[Intro: Breez Evahflowin']
Breez Evahflowin', Stronghold, Detonator, yo. Grain of salt
[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin']
f** the seasoning. Shorty's eyes aren't slim
Showing them some sh** in the club, grabbed on the dick with love
This be the bugged-out aspect:
My boy get worldwide burn off them balls of baskets
A gla** get full off of Henny and casking
Drunk off desire—no pretending to mask it
Ask and shall receive. Shall the deep proceed?
Got on that speech—they ‘bout to get musky
Limo ride, back of the dress split like the dutch be
Long-a** finger, n***a, feeling where the guts be
Shorty did her thing like, “Yo, you ‘bout to bust.” See
This is where it ended abruptly
Nut where the double-D cup be. Shorty hollering, “Don't touch me”
Bow-legged, bu*t-naked, and busty
He chilled for a minute, then it start to f** his head up
Feeling like the s**er from a setup. s** her ‘til he let up
The baby juice—shorty was crazy loose
But now she like, “Pay me.” sh**
I was born in ‘86
I say to this, in possession of strong funds
Stronghold the cash—f** the a** in the long run
My song done. Same sh** next [vict'?]
[On to s** you to tip?] like Apollonian 6
Now what belong in your dick don't belong in no chick
Who bite gleam off the gold in your wrist
Not worth the risk
[Hook: Breez Evahflowin'] (x2)
Like birds in rain, it's hard to maintain
Stay afloat with a big hole in your boat
Revolt when the sh** was all your fault
What remains is a grain of salt
[Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin']
Now, now, now, now, now when sh** go down, who you gon' blame?
Thinking long range, probably hit you with the wrong name
This song came up in the box. You start
Thinking ‘bout the time when you argued ‘bout Biggie and Pac
And not this. One time, organizing spotless
Want a club topless when cops get profits
Some pockets never seem to end, though
And like the song, you'll be here tomorrow with friend to foe
At the forefront, when it come, demand control
Like your right hand, always been dependable
But then the whole sh** changed
n***as short in the midrange, your right hand with the big chain
Now what do this mean here?
Either he dare or got a spare career
Now here's the “where” and “how”
This type of sh**'s not allowed
Too many foul people in style. The word “creep”
Even creep in the isle where reptiles seek
Retribution from the ill institution
Revolution. Now who's on your team?
Losing—everybody's square with your team
It appears that your fear was a dream
Now here's where the seam burst
Wifey pop, her spleen burst
She screamed words obscene from the hurts and pain
Out last breath remaining, she be cursing his name
[Hook: Breez Evahflowin'] (x2)
Like birds in rain, it's hard to maintain
Stay afloat with a big hole in your boat
Revolt when the sh** was all your fault
What remains is a grain of salt
[Outro: Breez Evahflowin']
Tossed over your shoulder. My God, he did it. Tossed over your shoulder. Word. My God, he did it. Yeah. Still building on ‘em, you know what I'm saying? To beyond that. Stronghold that. Detonate that. Breez Evahflow this, yeah