[Intro] Hello? You awake? My bad if I woke you, were 3 hours behind where Im at Im good, Im here. Its a small town... [Verse 1 Art Morera] Metro PCS, 80 dollars I got a phone number for a month Theyd holly when they need to get the product You already know, I got it Im no John Gotti just a man that can make a profit Its difficult to recall When I got mixed up in it When I got mixed up in it all First time I saw a quarter ounce was in Hialeah It was chronic, my friend wanted me there while he reupped In a sense, that was the entrance and Since then, every text sent to me is for ten cents at least I get it while Im writing to these beats Put the work in the baggy, skate to the place we meet Not the type to be bragging, Id rather stay discrete The streets is watching, eyes in the sky dont blink Survival instincts wont dial the police Killing innocent is a 50 thing I headed west like Fievel My pops lent me a novel, as time passed I read it less Could barely lay in the bed and rest when you travel Over slept, checking belongings while Im getting dressed [Hook Art Morera] Yes, we went to California California Money was spent in California Ooh I was down to my last cent in California California We went to California California Just let the beat ride out, Nixon Smoke a hundred blunts on the 101 Ayo Hello? [Verse 2 Art Morera] What you know about yawning, waking up in the morning On a mountain under an awning Walking out of a shack thats a fucking dry house Someone calling for 5 pounds, they have the money right now What you know about the drive down? Cant tell me shit about my lifestyle Soon as the birds fly south, Ill be 247 word to my night owls My tapes fresher than Stevie Hightowers It could light up the sky like meteorite showers See enemies disguised when we realize You can tell when a person lies by reading their eyes You cowards Body language is an open book You getting judged trynna cover up your hopeless look over here See the while that this took? I vowed to hold my corner down like the rook I play my enemies like a game of chess Protect my queen, keeping my mate in check Check, they say Your mixtapes fresh, what you working on next? How quick they forget Whatever, aint like Im so much better I repeat things to myself like a broken record For the record, I may need a moment to remember Im only human and focused on overcoming endeavors Turning bud into cheddar, thats alchemy Look out the balcony and nostalgia sinks in of me on that mountain peak Youre sound asleep catching Zs Im in the studio counting Gs [Hook Art Morera] We went to California California Money was spent in California Ooh I was down to my last cent in California California We went to California California What time is it? Oh, its dab thirty
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