The QuarterBack

[Verse I]
I Run the rap field watch as I quarterback sneak
You boys ain’t Pushing or P you sit in the backseat
Just know that I’ll out race ya if we ever track meet
I illustrate wit quickness if there’s need to draw heat
Wanna run wit me should exercise your legs cause y’all weak
These flows are Hail Marys not a pass incomplete
The only time you keep it P is in the passenger seat
It ain’t about your talent it’s your lack of passion for me
While you dragging your feet, I am knee high deep
Plotting ways how we can build this up piece by piece
Minus the bullshit this lifе is sweet as a peach
Swear I’m hungry for this herе you hear the grit in my speech
Dental flossing my teeth when steak get lost when I eat
I’m Michael Vick up in this bitch yeah I’m a dog in my league
You couldn’t ball in league , you soft yo bars is fatigue
Since the throne is for the taking Ima call it I’m
King (it’s me)

[Chorus]

[Verse II]
I ain’t talking king of pop I’m tryna Billie my jeans
Walk around with a wide of cash big as Yao Ming
I’m talking fat pockets pants start to rip at the seems
Either be great or non existent there ain’t no in between
Call my children puppet master pulling all of my strings
Play the quarterback position my precisions is clean
My visions I mean …. I duck and lean
The greatest QB this defensive line has ever seen
Young Peyton Manning , I’m great with Ball handling
See I’m a wordsmith I get to jaw jamming
A lot of niggas claim that they hungry but I’m famished
The money disappear and poof watch a hoes vanish
You niggas ain’t fly I hope you have a safe landing
Make me sick … even when they sit I can’t stand em
My voice my prize possession like Tom Brady hands is
If you’re a wise receiver hope you catching what I’m planning!