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 f*ck 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 f*ck, 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