The Breeze - Phora

Look homie I got that Cali state of mind, man, I never been a chump

I always had skill, y’all just got beginner’s luck

My nigga’s up in the valley, know how we do it, we rowdy

I walk up in the place and these niggas know I’m from Cali

You can tell by the way I talk and how my chucks laced up

Niggas lookin mad like the they tryina shoot the place up

But y’all gots to chill with that drama, for real, cause I ain’t tryin to see

somebody get killed

But like Devon said, there’s always that one in the crowd talkin loud,

and jealousy and envy got em runnin they mouth

Got one too many drinks in they system, they over did it

So if you sip on a nigga make sure that you know your limit

And we could cruise down the Five on them August nights, warm summer breeze,

drivin through them city lights

Gotta watch my back cause I hear some niggas after me

Yo, but ain’t no other place I’d rather be, I’m rollin with my

Windows down, breeze across my face

Nothing too fancy, man, it’s not really my taste

But I’m always on the grind, twenty-four seven, man, and I ain’t got the time

for no bullshit, please don’t bring it this way

Never had a problem with a nigga tryin to get paid

Cause we all gotta eat, but if you with the drama, get the fuck up off of me now

I said I’m on the plane to LAX comin from Reno, auntie told me to stay away

from prostitutes and casinos

Once you fall into an addiction, it’s hard to quit

And when you quit you lose everything that you started with

I spark then spit the truth and pass the joint, I get straight to the point

Yo, I’d die for this shit cause I ain’t got no other choice

I’m asleep in the foray, I’m catchin narcolepsy

Hopped up on the train just to see how far it gets me

Job won’t let me come through the front door so I break through the back

Ain’t nobody real as us and I’m just statin a fact

Lacin these tracks up, like a pair of new shoes

Sippin on a Blue Moon, you know my steez, rest in peace Guru

Shine like the sun before it sets in the west

Left side but I’m reppin, check the ink in my flesh

But the gangs that rock Taylors never heard of Khalifa

But they rep the California, steady burnin up refer like

Windows down, breeze across my face

Nothing too fancy, man, it’s not really my taste

But I’m always on the grind, twenty-four seven, man, and I ain’t got the time

for no bullshit, please don’t bring it this way

Never had a problem with a nigga tryin to get paid

Cause we all gotta eat, but if you with the drama, get the fuck up off of me now