Quarterbacks Lyrics

[Hook: Diaz Grimm]
I've been gaining ground for years and looking like a quarterback
Went from rookie to the colonel, rolling with a quarter pack
Been real for a minute why you fakers never thought of that?
I live outside the square like "Where the motherf*cking boarder at?"

[Verse 1: Diaz Grimm]
I'm running circles with a team that's trying to bring religion back
And praying to the game to recognize who's sticking to the facts
40 shows in 30 weeks. Who really out there matching that?
Do it independent till a label shows a lot of stacks
A lot of hits I promise that
Want to hate? I'm fine with that
You trying to bark at me but all I really see is kitty-cats
Perfect way to burn your bridges
Where the future pharaohs at?
It's people over profit
Action over any chitter-chat
I'm running circles with a team that's trying to bring creating back
You can't deny creation when my girl look like she made for that
Only speak the truth, why you fakers never thought of that?
Take an idea make a dollar, got a vault under the cap

[Hook: Diaz Grimm]

[Verse 2: Lukan Rai$ey]
Came up off the corner with a couple of these dreams
Knew a couple of these fiends, who'll rob you mans for some piece
Still I'ma hold my peace while I'm tryna stack up my pockets
I've been spreading this wave so everyday I'm gaining profit
And I'm really grinding
This young designer been rhyming From Auckland city to the Tropics
My mumma know I've been 'bout it
They talking like we the topic
We strategising to top it
Riding round with my partners like lord knows how we been riding
So yeah we came up out of nothing so I ordered that
Everyday we run into this money like a quarterback
You can go ahead and buy the world and get a quarter back
For all the days these suckers tried to play me
I ain't fall for that
From finding my patience
To finding the basics
The heavenly levitating
No, I ain't claiming I made it
This ability to rap, I ain't focused on being famous
Been too concentrated on working harder to be the greatest

[Hook: Diaz Grimm]

[Verse 3: Spycc]
Anybody wanna box with a god?
I'm probably Mike Tyson in '92
With a little bit of Ryu
Act like a Piru I'll hate the blues
It's too late, you're snoozed
I'm up
Let me break the news: you're done
Put a fork in 'em
I sunk in to some raw denim
That's ocean blue
You acting like a mac to me just don't compute
I know the mute button too well when I play your shit
Take a nap on their grave
You think they gave me that? Behind backs the dissed
That's fakery
Why does you giving me shine feel like shade to me?
I been ill since six years beyond 83'
If my grandmother was alive today she'd probably say to me:
Keep it wild vae and chase your dreams

[Hook: Diaz Grimm]

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