Kid Breeze & Law Beatz - Intro (Forecast) [feat. Pretty Riot & Zach Jones]

Play clothes Hoody
Timberland winter boots
Instagram pictures, illanoize interviews
We gon get da dollas, cold or when I t’s hotter
Try me and I pull it right outta da front pockets
Coke on da table
Play me I can’t go
You can’t get da cash den pay me in Yayo
Shout my nigga law, we bout to get rich
If these yo homies we’ll rob you in front of da whole click nigga
Inhale da smoke stick my chest out my homie
In da city, wit dis soul I’m da best out homie
And see you might not know me
If you be checkin for bullshit
Sinner but I’m saved walked away from da pulpit
Pullin dem gats out for da shit dat y’all rap bout
OG front me cash when she knew I was assed out
Knew I was trapped out took it straight to da stash house
A nigga back now bout to work out dis half ounce
Keep my head straight I been droppin dis dead weight
I was tryna rush it god told me to just wait
It ain’t that you missed it, real shit it was just late
I know you still hungry but my nigga you just ate
Work, fall back, fly heads wit a ball bat
It’s divine timing I think that’s what you call dat
Shorty she called back, don’t remember who called last
Racin to da top she ain’t keep up as hauled ass
Thro ya hood up nigga
N Fye yo wood up nigga
Dis how I pull up nigga yea
Its alright
Thro ya hood up nigga
N Fye yo wood up nigga
Dis how I pull up nigga yea
I be round dem trap kings
Hand slappin Dem crack fiends
Niggas is at ease
I ain’t doin no rap beef
Know I’m gettin busy
And dey strapped in da back seat
It’s niggas only know me from me servin em packs b
Befo Im droppin songs I was roamin dem college halls
Sellin tree by da saw
Gettin crackers for adderall
And dey would get it all just to sit and play battle fall
It never mattered dawg had my rent paid after all
Kickin dem doors down I’m ignoring dese whores now
Only want your mouth while we chillin at your house
Spitters forced out replaced wit rappers wit short clout
Den put dey ass out for a rapper wit more clout
Shorty know dat I’m a real nigga
And been real since I was rockin dat hilfiger
Know I got it for da low it gotta go
I’m a slave to da hustle I’m just playin da field nigga
But it’s alright
Thro ya hood up nigga
N Fye yo wood up nigga
Dis how I pull up nigga yea
Its alright
Thro ya hood up nigga
N Fye yo wood up nigga
Dis how I pull up nigga yea
A little rain ain’t never hurt the body, pick your head up
Have some faith, now that’s good for the body
What’s the anatomy of a hardbody
Feed your mind, nourish the soul, stack your bread
Always carry pole, be light on your feet but quick on your toes
Wake up every morning with your eye on the goal
So here’s my proposition
Don’t you ever lose sight of the vision regardless of your position
I’m not here to preach but here’s a quick lecture
Life is chess NOT checkers
Preserve your peace by packing a piece to protect yourself, even from the police
Ask LaQuan McDonald about his not so sweet 16
His life was buried with his dreams
Take a paintbrush paint the picture of his last moments with ease
Now let’s take a step back and refocus
How we would frame the picture if they just told him to freeze
Look up Breeze, say cheese!
It’s cloudy now but soon the sun will stop hiding behind the trees
So for now sit back, relax, and roll up them leaves
Enjoy that lakefront breeze, bang them chips with cheese
Cuz it’s hard to come by, good times gone quicker than gang bangas in drive-bys

Written by:
JONATHAN SHANE PUGH, MARCEL ALPHONSO SIMPSON

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