Bleeze YF - Intro Lyrics

Who got my back? I got your back, roger that
Me and Trent coming out the backfield ain't nobody stoppin' that
Y'all seen em' on field, just look at em'
We all gon eat, how I know? Cause Cook gon keep cookin' em'
And with Nico throwin' bombs
Now they coach mad on the sideline with his head down and folded arms
But we still gon count it up
I just ran a 36 and bounced it up
That was easy, cause Jalen and Frank kicked them boys up out the club
And it's still early
Mo Diggity gon dig em' a hole and Germ gon do em' dirty
And now it's time to leave em'
We done ran the ball down they throat and now it's time to give it to the wide receivers
And we ain't worried bout the blogs, the polls, they just a bunch of non believers
If they ain't with us they against us, put them boys behind the bleachers
We gon pass it to Zach and make em' run for em'
We gon throw it up to Quincy or Willie or Christian and he gon dunk on em'
And if Hook, Tay or Trey play it's mayday, that's the bottom line
But if you tryna find another way to score then pick up the phone and dial 9
And now it ain't nowhere close, even tho they from just up the block
Y'all know what happened last year, they must've forgot

Yeah I think I'm straight, yeah
Ay let me welcome ya'll to First and 10
But I should warn you, this'll only be the worst of him
I'm only getting better
I still rep the same thing, see I aint ever switch my letters or whatever
See everybody got they moment, but this one's mine
I'm jumpin' out the sky nigga, 619
Right off the top ropes
I aim for the moon like I'm Pop Smoke
I give it to ya'll Wynnsday, witcha leftover tacos
Only got high hopes, but low expectations
The only thing that I'm expecting is haters
Now pay some homage up front, and the rest is for later
Now take that into account, like your checking and savings
Witcho negative balance
Swear everybody in my section be wild'n
And you see us, so don't be asking bout him or her or this or that
Cause on the real, the only thing that I'm addressing is salads
Cause I been in it for a minute now, ever since a child
But I had other ways to get it, so I was dippin' in and out
I took a break for a second, told my niggas that the game gon be ours
Now I'm just tryna make these minutes count
Still about what I been about
Gotta carry the mission out
Been plottin' on them big amounts
Found out I had some phonies in the house so I kicked 'em out
Cause we don't play when it comes to this
We shootin' for the stars and we'll dump the clip
Just scratchin' a few things off our bucket list
I must admit, I learned the hard way not to trust a bitch
Showed her a different side, and I aint heard from her since
But I'm too busy to be hurt
And oh yeah, I just quit my job just to go to work
First of many, it's First and ten

For a minute yall I been in this for a minute y'all
I been in this for a minute y'all yeah yeah yeah
For a minute yall I been in this for a minute y'all
I been in this for a minute y'all yeah yeah

Oce on the corner, you know he gon lock it down
So if they try to pass then that's a wrap,
cause look they don't wanna get in a dog fight with a Alley Cat
Somebody told em' man, they should've listened man
Don't bring it across the middle man
Cause if it get over the top then boom, there Little Man
But I'm done with the talking man I been grindin' yo
We been lookin' for competition, we can't find it tho
Anybody they lined us up wit, we knocked em down like dominos
And y'all know what just happened, damn we 9 and O