Tommy Tee - Quik lyrics

[Verse 1] Young truant on his skip cla** flow Nothing has been the same since that kid klaz ‘fro And that's motherf**ing real, fiending for 16's like pedos Nah, really hot 16's since age 16 All eyez on me cuz I'm a real commodity To spill a god given talent that's real luxury To be or not to be that is the question But Young Blesson is too an adolescent, can I live I'm with the homies, on the gram Hit a comment finna be, scuba diving in that p**y Yeah man, that's the plan But these youngins' on the blogs 17 with a tape, when's the last time I made a hook, I'm way off Honestly, sh** got me stressing b I should be making history, with my story, delete the snapchat, brodie Put me to the testing My thoughts be tangled like intestines Question, am I worth my name I'm both ignoring my blessings And wasting time How could I always waste time One man's trash is another man's treasure 21 years could be you measure Pray you never waste time Pray you never waste time One man's trash is another man's treasure 21 years could be you measure [Verse 2] That's why you don't see a n***a with a g shock Cuz G might shock at any given time, full stop That's motherf**in real, strive for the feel with strong zeal Gotta fulfill the dream, by any means Anticipation creeping, got me mentally leaping Don't water down nothing, feel it seeping So I'm proceding, pray my ego never mislead Astray, straight to the honeys and the swiss cheese Sometimes I wanna chill And I ain't tryna hit the spliff But pressure make diamonds, and they need to be cut My pops waiting for my sh** to pop Tryna tell em it's the grind man, yo son gon pop, but ain't going pop From a city where they know you better than yourself From everything to whereabouts and what's up in yo shelf So there ain't no stealth mode Right road, where most of them are headed Imma field n***a, gravitate towards the left Wise man told me you can never be ripe with the mic But I'm right with the mic, soon as I'm grabbing it tight Earn stripes strike fear in cats who carry fake bragging rights Whatchu got in sight, I'm really giving it life Grew a strong pa**ion to fruition Still I treat my career like omissions New day, early morning let the vinyl spin Put me in the mood again