Quarterback (Long Live Nard)

Lyrics

[Intro] (Getta Beats) It's a blessing, Getta Naw, for real, like every time [Verse] I done won pape', I done lost pape', still bossed up Young made nigga, laid back, I don't talk much I don't talk at all if I don't know you, that's just me Guarantee I'ma last a long time on these streets I been chillin' lately, I been at the bread gettin' freaky Nard called in to tell me I just made another fifty By the time I see him, I'll have enough to buy a Bentley Yeah, I work the money, fuck around and save every penny Cut off all the leeches, shit was easy for me, I can teach it I keep the apes with me, and they get out of line, I have 'em beat you We'll whoop a fan, don't walk up on me askin' for no feature Pull up with Tay Tay, I move around with certified tweakers I made a promise to the streets to never change shit To the day I leave this bitch, I'm on some gang shit Them people get you in that room, don't let them lames split Money hide the scars, I know they wonder where the pain went Couple niggas jumped ship, a couple niggas stayed around So I keep some K's around, done doin' favors now I'm a rich nigga, so I got some rich neighbors now Move to Vegas with my bitch, my favorite team the Raiders now You might catch me ridin' in somethin' low-key with somethin' chunky on my lap I been tryna quit the drank, but it's a monkey on my back Woke up 'bout 4 a.m. and started oilin' up the straps Brodie got a load, told that nigga bring it through the back Nigga say he on my ass, he got my location I guess he think he gettin' a pass 'cause I'm on probation He ain't know I keep a yop on me, I keep a yop on full Ten milli', Glock 29, this bitch'll drop a bull And my money long as hell, don't wanna play with him Lil' bro let off a hundred and he fleed the scene Nigga gotta be able to shoot if he wanna make the team The first gun I ever had was a lemon squeeze My first time gettin' on the road, I had a thousand beans You wouldn't believe it if I told you all the shit I seen Spent a million dollars sippin' drank, you niggas drinkin' green These niggas ain't never taste no Act', shouldn't be drinkin' lean I used to be the nigga poppin' Percs, tryna fuck the bitch Now I know my worth, I'm in my bag, I wouldn't touch the bitch All these hoes pass arounds, pop up when the bag around I can't put my dick in anything 'cause I'm a legend now Yeah, I'm a legend now, you heard the saying legends never die Clothes are looking like I flew to Paris, bitch, I'm forever fly Bitch, I'm out of here, I'm on the moon, feel like an astronaut Upper echelon, mob ties, I don't rap a lot I tried to give them boys they own role, but I ain't play it right Nigga play with me, we pullin' up broad daylight Bitch, I'm the quarterback, all I gotta do is say hike They throwin' hail marys for me, they'll get a nigga buried for me They throwin' hail marys for me, they'll get a nigga buried for me Whoop, yeah They throwin' hail marys for me, they'll get a nigga buried for me