Certified Chefs (feat. Sincere)

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