Peerless II by Kuttybear Lyrics
[Verse 1:]
We don’t do no talkin, we dont do no talkin
All we do is pop & all we knew was profits
All y’all do is gossip, who made you the prophets?
All you do is not shit, why your crew resigning?
I might lose my conscience, I might lose my conscience
I come from a town where niggas shoot for non sense
But shit, I’m one to talk, sometimes I root for violence
Sometimes I’m rude & conscious of my moves in silence
But shit, I’m human I’m just here to prove I’m not shit
But only I can say that, if you do, we riot
Only I get playback cause the truth is promised
I let the people speak for me, what you accomplish?
Clyde want me to roll up while he glued to Skyrim
Now I got sticky fingers like that dude from Onxy
Kam & Kari got the torch if I lose this fire
You was never on a roll, we’ll shoot ya tires
[Chorus:]
Try to move Christ like, they’ll crucify you
All I ever wanted was to move in silence
All I ever needed was the hate, when I see the way they talking it reminds me that I’m great, wassup
They gone love me to my face, wassup?
When they see me they gone say...wassup?
All I ever needed was the hate, when I see the way they talking it reminds me that I’m great, wassup
[Verse 2:]
You should know I rep my city til I’m decomposing
Super Bowl could’ve been cracking if the Chiefs was on it
Now we Kaepernicking, now the stats is different
But shit, I might to get to snapping like I'm seeing poets
Conscious thoughts ringing, they like "You should take his family" Then I thought, yea maybe I will on my Bam Keith
Then I thought, hold up wait. What would Zak & Kam think?
When I’m high & freaked out, his kin due for a stampede
Yo, who that at the door? That’s the damn sink
Devil tried to chance me, wish he could outdance me
Family, we all tryna brag with a packed crowd
All they ever wanted was a bag now they had clout
Back down. My pop was a hustler, my mom was an artist
I guess that shit passed down, but they was both addicts
Oh shit imma daddy, I gotta move fast now
In traffic with Billy, yea that nigga silly
He think Imma cash cow, Oh that’s where it’s at now?
Reminiscing on the Dub days, I thought I could make it in high school
Guess karma got me paying the price due
But to my adversaries, I hope you making the right moves
I got like 21 savages just waiting to ice you, wassup
We don’t do no talkin, we dont do no talkin
All we do is pop & all we knew was profits
All y’all do is gossip, who made you the prophets?
All you do is not shit, why your crew resigning?
I might lose my conscience, I might lose my conscience
I come from a town where niggas shoot for non sense
But shit, I’m one to talk, sometimes I root for violence
Sometimes I’m rude & conscious of my moves in silence
But shit, I’m human I’m just here to prove I’m not shit
But only I can say that, if you do, we riot
Only I get playback cause the truth is promised
I let the people speak for me, what you accomplish?
Clyde want me to roll up while he glued to Skyrim
Now I got sticky fingers like that dude from Onxy
Kam & Kari got the torch if I lose this fire
You was never on a roll, we’ll shoot ya tires
[Chorus:]
Try to move Christ like, they’ll crucify you
All I ever wanted was to move in silence
All I ever needed was the hate, when I see the way they talking it reminds me that I’m great, wassup
They gone love me to my face, wassup?
When they see me they gone say...wassup?
All I ever needed was the hate, when I see the way they talking it reminds me that I’m great, wassup
[Verse 2:]
You should know I rep my city til I’m decomposing
Super Bowl could’ve been cracking if the Chiefs was on it
Now we Kaepernicking, now the stats is different
But shit, I might to get to snapping like I'm seeing poets
Conscious thoughts ringing, they like "You should take his family" Then I thought, yea maybe I will on my Bam Keith
Then I thought, hold up wait. What would Zak & Kam think?
When I’m high & freaked out, his kin due for a stampede
Yo, who that at the door? That’s the damn sink
Devil tried to chance me, wish he could outdance me
Family, we all tryna brag with a packed crowd
All they ever wanted was a bag now they had clout
Back down. My pop was a hustler, my mom was an artist
I guess that shit passed down, but they was both addicts
Oh shit imma daddy, I gotta move fast now
In traffic with Billy, yea that nigga silly
He think Imma cash cow, Oh that’s where it’s at now?
Reminiscing on the Dub days, I thought I could make it in high school
Guess karma got me paying the price due
But to my adversaries, I hope you making the right moves
I got like 21 savages just waiting to ice you, wassup