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fmb dz - 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 n+gga, 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, f+ck around and save every penny
cut off all the leeches, sh+t 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 sh+t
to the day i leave this b+tch, i’m on some gang sh+t
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 n+ggas jumped ship, a couple n+ggas stayed around
so i keep some k’s around, done doin’ favors now
i’m a rich n+gga, so i got some rich neighbors now
move to vegas with my b+tch, 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 n+gga bring it through the back
n+gga 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 b+tch’ll drop a bull
and my money long as h+ll, don’t wanna play with him
lil’ bro let off a hundred and he fleed the scene
n+gga 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 sh+t i seen
spent a million dollars sippin’ drank, you n+ggas drinkin’ green
these n+ggas ain’t never taste no act’, shouldn’t be drinkin’ lean
i used to be the n+gga poppin’ percs, tryna f+ck the b+tch
now i know my worth, i’m in my bag, i wouldn’t touch the b+tch
all these hoes pass arounds, pop up when the bag around
i can’t put my d+ck 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, b+tch, i’m forever fly
b+tch, 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
n+gga play with me, we pullin’ up broad daylight
b+tch, i’m the quarterback, all i gotta do is say hike
they throwin’ hail marys for me, they’ll get a n+gga buried for me
they throwin’ hail marys for me, they’ll get a n+gga buried for me
whoop, yeah
they throwin’ hail marys for me, they’ll get a n+gga buried for me

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