Phora - The Breeze lyrics

[Verse 1] Look homie I got that Cali state of mind, man, I never been a chump I always had sk**, y'all just got beginner's luck My n***a's up in the valley, know how we do it, we rowdy I walk up in the place and these n***as know I'm from Cali You can tell by the way I talk and how my chucks laced up n***as 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 k**ed 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 bullsh**, please don't bring it this way Never had a problem with a n***a tryin to get paid Cause we all gotta eat, but if you with the drama, get the f** 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 pa** the joint, I get straight to the point Yo, I'd die for this sh** 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 bullsh**, please don't bring it this way Never had a problem with a n***a tryin to get paid Cause we all gotta eat, but if you with the drama, get the f** up off of me now