Bryant Dope - QB lyrics

(Intro) Queens (Hook) QB, what’s up? NY, what’s up? Worldwide, what’s up? (Verse 1) I wake up, spark a blunt Contemplate on what I want Cold cut, slicing up my speaker like a butcher, son Iron lungs, white smoke like fishscale from Columbians Meditate and keep positive like a Buddhist monk My n***as keep the piece by their side They ain’t the only one Keep it in my dome, peaceful thoughts in my home It’s hard to keep it steady with the world always moving sponsored links It’s hard to trust females when these hoes try to use ‘em My n***a said remember your morals and what you stand for The game is the devil, a soul snatcher always want more Agreed as my ash hit his dashboard Said I’m about my cash more And n***as keeping peace is like jigsaws Catch me bumpin' ba**, shaking off floor boards Store who*es, p**y shake when I make the kitty purr Why you try to buy fur to impress her I’m feeling it, k**ing it On your sh**, she grippin’ it, n***a (Hook) QB, what’s up? NY, what’s up? Worldwide, what’s up? (Verse 2) Back to the business, my words catch nerves So I know that you feel this n***a this the realest All flows mastered like whips and mixed ba*tards Ali jab cadence, delivery at its greatest f** a 9 to 5 boy, I’m out here tryin' make it Take it, Flips words till I see commas No llamas, I packed the knowledge of a scholar Young king looking for a crown or a dollar No fathers, we let the street n***as guide us Losing my religion lately, feeling godless All I see is violence if they sh** on my TV All I see is violence if they sh** in these damn streets Only making it if I swim in the mainstream Drowning in the real a victim, if you ask me Evict them, the rap gods ain't happy Rap game war, motherf**er, I’m past peace (Hook) QB, what’s up? NY, what’s up? Worldwide, what’s up? (Verse 3) I’m ready for my calling, betting on my life And you know I’m going all in, every last cent Every check from my employment Every dream I wrote, every line I put my all in With every single breath that I take on daily I exhale stress so it comes back rarely Really I raps on the way to the deli Now I’m in the booth and I’m smoked out heavy Same n***as who said n***as wouldn’t listen Out here now tryin' be my competition But competition means that it might happen Only way y’all winning if I stop rapping (Hook) QB, what’s up? NY, what’s up? Worldwide, what’s up? (Outro) It’s that new New York sh**, n***a