Pinnacle lyrics

[Verse 1: Sam Wright Coastal]
Pickin' up the pieces, old notes I deleted
Retreating in my own mind
Told lies 'cause I need to be the nice guy
Was the right time
To admit that sh*t like never
Tryna' forget all the sh*t I can't remember
Need to take a couple step backs like Kember
Tryna' be the greatest in this sh*t like ever
Tryna' be the latest on a long list of rebels
But the haters keep me caged all cooped like kennel
So I light a little green, I ain't talkin' no phenol
Help me get sick on the beat like strep throat
Chick in my Jeep 'cause you know I'm up next, though
Girl, take a seat while I roll away the stress
In a blunt with some cess
To be blunt, she's obsessed
Gettin' off track, I guess
I digress
Up to my neck in the hate
While I'm up to my head in the checks
And your girl done crept in my DM's
Then we got to talking like TED
Added the X, now I'm takin' it to bed
Well sh*t, some things are better unsaid
Like, let's get this bread
Man, that sh*t should be obvious
Spreadin' the wealth like a communist
Hop on this track then I bodied it
Bet that I Bronsoned it
I'ma just say that I called this sh*t
No 4-1-1 when the beat comes in, my team goes dumb
So f*ck it, I'ma let 'em
I'm done
[Verse 2: AK]
My style's original, we are the pinnacle
Never astray from the trade (Uh)
Never satirical manifest miracles feeling like I am to say (Uh)
One of the physical f*ck of dismissal 'cause we in
This until we break the bank
Smoking no stank, nothing to lose
Get out the way, the 49 crew
We got that flame
Only a few could rival we say
Check your direction, peep the complexion
Boss step I'm flexing
f*ck with the section, my team is reckless
Tell Smith & Wesson: "no need for teflon"
We aim for their head, b*tch
Gun-proof your [?] up to the heavens
Say your last blessings
Good God

[Chorus: AK]
Tell 'em we ready (Like)
Nah, nah, nah, nah
We never quit (Like)
Nah, nah, nah, nah
We never finish (Like)
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Strictly the business (Like)
Nah, nah, nah, nah
[Verse 3: Chilly Boi]
Okay, Chilly coppin' cash, throw it up
Like, believe me, got my f*cking stash
John Cena, can't see it
There's no secret I'm a rock star
GTA b*tch, swerving in a fast car, like NASCAR
I think I made it, feel like I'm famous
Greatness is all that we chasing
Diamonds and stainless, haters adjacent
They watching me as I lane switch (Uh)
Switch up my flows like I switch up my hoes
Straight to a point like a f*ckin' free throw
Forbidden fruit, the truth
You mad you got di*k from two dudes in the group (Woo)
Off the rain, shake the chains
Spit flames, motherf*cker, we run the game
Icy veins, diamond rings, finding things
Chilly Boi, you better know the name
Slangin' rounds like a gun range
Still the same me, ain't nothing changed
I've been there man, see it on my Instagram
Talk sh*t you better understand
I love the beef, no lettuce, no cheese
[?] motherf*cker, man, you can't feed the beast
f*ck, I'd rather leave you deceased
Next day I'm on the beach of Greece
Bad b*tch underneath the sheets
For now we on a rise like yeast
We don't compromise, all we do is slay beats
On my own throne and you can't have a seat
And I'm in my own zone
Have you prayin' like a priest
[Chorus: AK]
Tell 'em we ready (like)
Nah, nah, nah, nah
We never quit (like)
Nah, nah, nah, nah
We never finish (like)
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Strictly the business (like)
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Tell 'em we ready (like)
Nah, nah, nah, nah
We never quit (like)
Nah, nah, nah, nah
We never finish (like)
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Strictly the business (like)
Nah, nah, nah, nah
Good God