Certified Chefs (feat. Sincere)
RF
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We come in peace give me a piece like it's Reece and maybe you will stay in one piece I'm cut like zoro I'm rocking you if you take paper from me There was once peace in the streets until cows came around and made beef at least we got something to eat I can not handle defeat thats kinda hard when I'm battling me Sometimes I end up the discrete Stay far away cause I once was deceived I never like climbing trees Guess I do not have that monkey in me I'm sincere in my rhyming Mess with the gang and then I'm causing you harm Sound the alarm Flick and get hit in his arm Ran up on the click and he missed by a yard Got more bodies than bracelets got charms We walk down hop fences and cars One false move and he gone see the stars Fixing to be like the czar or the leader Walk down crash course, let me teach you The Reaper More influential than speakers Heard shots, eyes got big like a lemurs They just got popped, wouldn't wanna be ya My gang hearing shots, Onomatopoeia for real Go on a streak with them kills Eyes bloodshot so we see how you feel Come over here and get right with them kills You can't think straight paranoid when I come in your town Two bags deep full of rounds His soul got lifted, his body gone stay on the ground We measure this heat by the pound Come get you some Whole bag seat full of loud You smell it like all of the windows is down Come rush to us now, I promise I got what you like You want a beam on that pipe? Banana clip, drum, laser, or even a sight We'll kill whoever's in sight Move to the right then you might be alright I'm giving you good advice Sincere won't cause he is not that nice I need a check like I'm Nike I'm making money off music Something slight I advise you don't wear white Red on white makes you look like dirty tampons Why is y'all sleeping on me I'm really OP Let me put y'all on Put your tools up Baby this a stick up Hiccups from the stick get you gone I'm making bread while your making chips Matter fact your making croutons All of the crew got a chick your crew got blicks That don't even shoot none Only bullets he got is the ones in the packs of a Nerf gun This our turf We will burst if you surf on our wave young Kids like me do not see how big I'm gonna be How big my dreams are gonna be That RF is the next big thing I keep it next to me Thankfully haven't had to hold the peace No God leaves you with no peace Know God and you'll know what peace is She'd do anything and everything for a little green I'll achieve my goals and my dreams Before I leave the face of this earth You might be bad but she's worse I don't leave last I leave first All of my songs our my kin I'm steady giving birth Even if some are unheard I can not trip over stuff that is light like a feather Just give it back to the birds I don't like people who tryna pick fights like Mayweather That's a pet peeve for sure Bullets pet Steve if he tryna block You get rocked like Dwayne You get X'd out from the O's From hitting R2 like the game R2 D2 beeps you we at war in the stars blowing brains Bullets moving in super speed ARs shoot like bullet trains AR's like scars. You can't go far We gon' shoot at your gang. My man, my man Choose your words carefully. You don't wanna get hanged Over the boys. I'm choosing my lady No offense. It's just that she's my main I choose my girl over the bros Any day Sliding in on full speed turbos Charge it up, charge it up Give me everything like I'm G Herbo Haitian killers call it Kervo Make it spiral down like circle Talk down on the gang and we'll leave you stained We'll take your chain. We'll bust a cap up I hate to have to get you smacked up You steady pushing forward back up Pick the Mac up and let them feel it again You too messy. We hitting your chin Like I'm messi. I'm giving you 10 Two Ninas with 5 in the clip. They'll make you dip Cause they going in and they taking everything Let it fall out or let the matal sing Never falling off like a wedding ring Really stunting only doing subtle things. How that work My favorite hobby is putting names on a shirt We'll rarely see you like a teaser And my main goal ain't to blow up. It's to make them hate me like a fever gang Give me space so let me do my thing Give or take I let the bullets ring Forever a sleeper. Glocky is my keepers Sincere is the name and I let it bang Give it up. Give me loot Two shots in the arm and in the boot Copying me might be easy to do But I don't even care. Come walk in my shoes on me
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Written by: Ranen Ford, Taemon Fitch
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