Quarterback - Intellectual

[Intro]

Lor Ceejay

Still smoking pressure, still applying pressure

Youngest one dragging

Yadig

[Chorus]

Make real plays like a quarterback

You the type of bitch want your quarter back

I was on the block with them nickel bags

Had the rocks out like Nickleback

Fourteen got my first pack

Jumped off the porch, hopped in the trap

I don’t know nothing if twelve ask

If they want problems they know where I’m at

On the ave with them twenty bags

Strapped like a dyke I don’t never lack

Bitch I been bout it since way back

Anybody tell you that’s straight facts

Find out where the opps stay at

Blow they brains out where they lay at

If I miss they ass imma spin back

Smoke they whole gang like a whole pack

[Verse]

I’m jugging and dragging

These rappers be capping

I know they ain’t savage

They sound like some faggots

I know they ain’t trapping

They ain’t with no static

Bitch I’m still in the trench with them roaches and addicts

That shit that you spitting that ain’t how you living

Your shooters ain’t shooters if they end up missing

I been on my bullshit like Rodman and Pippen

Lor bitch I’m from Baltimore City we yipping

Cup full of purple that drank what I’m sipping

My hundreds all blue but you know I ain’t cripping

That choppa stay on me, it got my ass limping

Big dog in the trenches, you bark you get bitten

That boy ain’t no gangster he just a musician

I’m out everyday I ain’t never been hidden

They said they be bout it, I know that they isn’t

They said they gonna kill me, then why I ain’t they did it?