Synergy. - Quentin Miller, Peedi Crakk

Yeah, okay

You already know, original

Yeah, synergy

I know Imma get rich, I’m giving off rich nigga energy

No hatred in me, not even for my enemies

Me and Hollywood Cole on a winning streak

Funny thing is it’s only the beggining

Did it big, did it differently

Had to find myself, that was the only thing missing

Looking for it everywhere but never looked within me

Fuck all that humble shit

I’d be number one against any rapper I’m up against

Fun shit is sustenance

Pardon my French like you do the interuption

I’m a big fucking deal

Road to success, firm grip on the wheel

And I’m tryna make it peel

Cole got points on the board

So you know it’s more leverage for the deal

Refreshing like a cold beverage when you need one

I bought your new shit and requested a refund

You ain’t on that 2050 shit we on

Oh you say you tryna run it up

Funny, that’s exactly what we on

Synergy

Yes, ring, go, uh

Married to the root in a persuit, I rebuke a solute

What good is you kissing my boot, do my baby need shoes

And what wouldn’t I do for boogie boo

So putting you into a North Philly noose is just as easy as 1−2

Hundreds new and blue, all I wanted to do was hoop

Down but never out, give me the shot, Imma shoot

Bullet-proofing the coupe, my middle finger out the roof

Like fuck you, fuck you, you’re cool, and fuck you, I’m out

Ooh, I smile a lot 'cause I’m shady

Disrespect drive me crazy

Hope the good Lord embrace me

Feel like in '81, shells lace-free

Yes, ring

Synergy