Certified Chefs ft. Sincere Lyrics

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