Oscar Blesson - Quik lyrics
[Oscar Blesson - Quik lyrics]
Young truant on his skip class flow
Nothing has been the same since
That kid klaz ‘fro
And that’s motherfucking 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 pussy
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, shit 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
That’s why you don’t see a
Nigga with a g shock
Cuz G might shock at any given time
Full stop that’s motherfuckin 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 shit 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 nigga, 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 passion to fruition
Still I treat my career like omissions
New day, early morning let the vinyl spin
Put me in the mood again
Nothing has been the same since
That kid klaz ‘fro
And that’s motherfucking 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 pussy
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, shit 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
That’s why you don’t see a
Nigga with a g shock
Cuz G might shock at any given time
Full stop that’s motherfuckin 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 shit 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 nigga, 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 passion to fruition
Still I treat my career like omissions
New day, early morning let the vinyl spin
Put me in the mood again