Timeless

[Intro] I don't know what you been told But I'ma tell you something bout me I'ma grind til a nigga can't grind no more Cause ain't shit in this world free See life is what you make it Just make sure that you don't fold Cause they don't care how much you making They just want you for your soul, hey [Hook] Time ticking and my fingers keep itching I'm a young nigga chasing the doe And if you run up disrespecting Ain't no problem to Leave your ass on the floor Ain't got time for these niggas No, no, no Said I ain't got time for these bitches No, no, no [Verse 1: Robbie B] Dark night in a small city Niggas mob in all black, jamming old 50 Smoke with me, let me show you what my life like Young god shine bright like a street light All my niggas known for doing the most All that shit we flipped the nigga could've bought me a ghost Other niggas watching While they on their ass tweeting Off the dome, we was out here on the field eating Off top, we the reason why your bitches is missing We the reason all you youngins out here hoping and wishing Flow terrific just might get some Tuss and put it in mystic Flow clean like my dick after I wash off your bitch lipstick, hold up [Hook] Time ticking and my fingers keep itching I'm a young nigga chasing the doe And if you run up disrespecting Ain't no problem to Leave your ass on the floor Ain't got time for these niggas No, no, no Said I ain't got time for these bitches No, no, no [Verse 2: Yung Simmie] I ain't got no time, I ain't got no mind You hating on me nigga you won't get no shine I'm sipping lean in Texas, I lean the other direction They searching like an inspection, I'm ducked off protected Time ticking so I can't kick it Fingers itching so I'm whipping in the damn kitchen All my niggas legendary, never scary, Tom and Jerry Got the rats tryna jack me for my fetty, hope you niggas ready Chopper chop turn a nigga to spaghetti Grinding everyday, tryna chase the fetty Steve Robbs just hit me on my blackberry Say round the homie up, I ain't talking Yeti [Hook] Time ticking and my fingers keep itching I'm a young nigga chasing the doe And if you run up disrespecting Ain't no problem to Leave your ass on the floor Ain't got time for these niggas No, no, no Said I ain't got time for these bitches No, no, no [Verse 3: Mike G] See me swimming through these lanes We ain't pictures in the same frame Have my autograph well displayed on your front page This level is game is difficult to obtain And my mind's impossible to contain Moves like a bullet train, sometimes it's a curse Since the [?] my purpose just to show my worth Laying verbs I had women at a loss for words While we cruise through downtown LA like the Purge is Murder on sight, family one left to right Moving on auto-pilot but still I keep 'em excited I'm bout to start up a riot, tell hating niggas be quiet I'm too timeless What these rappers is, I'm two times it [Hook] Time ticking and my fingers keep itching I'm a young nigga chasing the doe And if you run up disrespecting Ain't no problem to Leave your ass on the floor Ain't got time for these niggas No, no, no Said I ain't got time for these bitches No, no, no