MLS - Timeless

Overseas dinner dates
With the love of my life
I need 4 or 5 accountants
Just to make sure it's right
For my family buy whatever
We gon get it on Ice
Off the music who's to say we'd be living this life
But we still grind
All through will time
I was down in Florida kept that steal nine
My nigga just had a baby
It's kinda crazy how the time pass
Remember Baseline serving dime bags
We was coming up
Money had a run it up
Never had a care if they running up
Me and you
Then it's done and done
Heard they talking to murder me
But it's words to me
I don't stress nigga
M.L.S the best nigga
How you figure
I been rapping since Edgewood
Sky's the Limit
Where my head stood
Now
I'm on ten
And never letting up
Had to level up
Smoking tree
While these rappers smoking dust
While I'm ten steps ahead of them
Figure checks got to get to them

You know I'm too Fly
M.L.S getting too high

Touching new heights
When I touch a mic
Don't think they know I'm nice
Don't gotta say it twice
One take no mistakes
I gotta get it right
Fucked up a few times in this Life
But came back stronger
I go harder the boy smarter
The brightest kid
In the children ranch
Mama broken hearted
I was tryna make amends
No more Yota
Mama push the benz
So I'm still grinding
I'm still writing
I gotta keep shining
I know she hate me
Cause I keep lying
I know she keep crying
I know she still trying
I know her love for me is still Timeless

Written by:
Matthew Santiago

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