Lyrics Quarterback - Alpha Ojini

Straight out the gate(straight out the gate)
Burst through this shit like a quarterback (yh)
You putting your heart but it came out wack
Perfect timing for a heart attack
Say it with your chest
(Puff)
Why the wait
No sleep
Still can't put the knife away
Get a slice at the cake

This shit must come at a cost
Am not the nigga to curse
And if you thought my attitude was
Icey My shoulder's will never defrost
Most of these niggas be soft
The rest of the niggas is washed
My music got u killing niggas dreams
Am really sorry for your loss

This shit must be illegal
Cut through crap with the sword
I don't need eagle vision to see the evil I
Keep bouncing back like i am being in seagle
The bullet missed by a millimeter
My latest mission is to feed the people
I am picking my portraits
Brush and easel
This camel just fucked up the eye of the needle
And my shit sound foreign like a run amd diesel
I beat your shit it was feable
They say no be beans to bust sixteen
But say hi to the weevils
To these baboons i am weasel
I have met angels met demons
Clouds have changed
It's my season
Fuck shit up to completion
Possessive i am Legion
And its worth to your region
It feels like trees Gonna be this dope
Your ini bini lungs don't need this smoke
I reduce your career to a fleating hope
Motherfucker,thats a real steep slope
These bars feel like i am dealing dope
Being strong from the jump like a skipping rope
I make my own bread yh i need the dough
When no doors close
When i come through
Let the streets know i said

Straight out the gate(straight out the gate)
Burst through this shit like a quarterback (yh)
You putting your heart but it came out wack
Perfect timing for a heart attack
Say it with your chest
(Puff)
Why the wait
No sleep
Still can't put the knife away
Get a slice at the cake

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, 2018 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 2019 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
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

Straight out the gate(straight out the gate)
Burst through this shit like a quarterback (yh)
You putting your heart but it came out wack
Perfect timing for a heart attack
Say it with your chest
(Puff)
Why the wait
No sleep
Still can't put the knife away
Get a slice at the cake