Nixon - California lyrics

[Intro] "Hello? You awake? My bad if I woke you, we're 3 hours behind where I'm at I'm good, I'm here. It's a small town..." [Verse 1: Art Morera] Metro PCS, 80 dollars I got a phone number for a month They'd holly when they need to get the product You already know, I got it I'm no John Gotti just a man that can make a profit It's 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 re-upped 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 I'm writing to these beats Put the work in the baggy, skate to the place we meet Not the type to be bragging, I'd rather stay discrete The streets is watching, eyes in the sky don't blink Survival instincts won't dial the police k**ing innocent is a 5-0 thing I headed west like Fievel My pops lent me a novel, as time pa**ed I read it less Could barely lay in the bed and rest when you travel Over slept, checking belongings while I'm 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 f**ing dry house Someone calling for 5 pounds, they have the money right now What you know about the drive down? Can't tell me sh** about my lifestyle Soon as the birds fly south, I'll be 24/7 word to my night owls My tape's fresher than Stevie Hightower's 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 mixtape's fresh, what you working on next?" How quick they forget Whatever, ain't like I'm so much better I repeat things to myself like a broken record For the record, I may need a moment to remember I'm only human and focused on overcoming endeavors Turning bud into cheddar, that's alchemy Look out the balcony and nostalgia sinks in of me on that mountain peak You're sound asleep catching Z's I'm in the s-t-udio counting G's [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, it's dab thirty