Quarterback

Straight out the gate
Burst through this shit like a quarterback
You put in your heart but it came out wack
Perfect timing for a heart attack
Say it with your chest (poof!)
Wide awake...(No sleep)
Still can't put the knife away (yeaj)
Get a slice of the cake?

Verse 1:
This shit must come at a cost
I'm not the nigga to cross
And if you thought my attitude was icy
My shoulders will never defrost
Most of these niggas is soft
The rest of them niggas is washed
My music outchea killing niggas' dreams
I'm really sorry for your loss
This shit must be Illegal
Cut through the crap with a sword, I don't need eagle vision to see the evil
I keep bouncing back like I'm Beanie Sigel
The bullet missed by a millimetre
My latest mission is to feed the people
I'm paintin' my portraits: brush and easel
This camel just fucked up the eye of the needle
And my shit sound foreign like it run on diesel
I peeped your shit, it was feeble
They say no be beans to bust sixteen but say hi to the weevil
To these baboons, I am Weasel
I've met angels, met demons
Clouds have changed, it's my season
Fuck shit up to completion
Possessive: I am legion
And that's word to y'all heathens
It feels like treason
To be this dope
Your itty bitty lungs don't need this smoke
I reduce your career to a fleeting hope
Mo'fucka, that's a real steep slope
These bars feel like I'm dealing dope
Been strong from the jump like a skipping rope
I make my own bread yeah I knead the dough
Ain't no doors closed when I come through, let the streets know I said

Straight out the gate
Burst through this shit like a quarterback
You put in your heart but it came out wack
Perfect timing for a heart attack
Say it with your chest (poof!)
Wide awake...(No sleep)
Still can't put the knife away (okay)
Get a slice of the cake?

Verse 2:
Run the numbers
Still gon' be here for a couple summers
I mean more than that
A couple more perhaps
I'm finna prove that I'm more than an up-and-comer
Up and running, twenty eighteen I was under
Made a couple friends but never changed my brothers
Cos the fake ones always go undercover
I'mma keep going at y'all throats till I cop a crib for my mother yeah
O jewa ke eng?
I'm really stressed (so stressed)
It's-Twenty-Nineteen-you'd think niggas would do better
But the fuckery never ends
Not used to following trends...
But I gats to find the blend...
Plus I'm still haunted by my three-year hiatus so I gats to make amends (rewind)
Run the numbers
Most of these niggas just dumb and dumber
What Happened to biggin' up one another?
I might just switch to another genre
But this shit too easy it ain't nothin to it
If we didn't date I prolly dodged a bullet
You say you the best how bout you fuckin prove it?
If you leave it too long you could fucking lose it
I know niggas that blew it
I've got a million reasons
Why the whole country should see this
Most importantly I made this beat then I ripped it in a million pieces
I don't do drugs, don't smoke weed, you wouldn't catch me stoned even if my name was Stephen
I just stay prayed up like a couple deacons
Bitch it's chameleon season