Still Got It

I said one day I can see you raising kids
She said maybe, that's a no, I know what maybe is
Est 95 should've been 86
The crazy shit is, I feel like I'm a 80's kid
Trapped in the wrong time
Strapped with a strong mind
Won't break under pressure so join the rest of the long line
People close, throw shade the most, I notice all signs
Feelin' like gello, zo an mello, it's ball time
Word to mother, I don't trust no other
Except for my son and my brother
The world is cold, niggas expose they under cover
In these shell toes I stumble
Through hell knows my struggle
My belly rumbles
Nas probably feels my hunger, I build from under
I'm just lettin' some thoughts go
I be that light at the end of your dark road
No more sorrows
My heart closed
Keep safe for keep sakes
In case niggas decide to creep late
While I sleep, wait
I don't sleep so I should be straight
But illness gettin' tough, so how the fuck do I keep faith
And kick game like East Bay
Money cloud your vision even if you can see straight
I'm the hardest artist that's starvin' joinin' the league late
Listen to these jibber jab raps, I think they weed laced
I know I'm good, but what's better than that, shit
I live this shit through my life, and now I spit it through rap
Shit that I just call it livin', y'all be callin' it facts
I know there's better than this, cus I know better than that
So don't play no tricks, cus I won't play those back

They like Quick, when you gone listen
Still makin' music that you think gone make a difference
This game, it wasn't ever meant for us to win it
Fall in line, pick a career, and stay persistent
Dreamin' bout a life that you never gone live in
But what the fuck, I guess Quick just ain't quittin'
See my passion is a illness, an illness that give me vision
I see light in the dark, I see good in the villain
See my world is different, so please just stay away from me and my mission



Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Jordan
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