Jae Trxpp - Cali Weather

That Cali weather
Every day I swear I hope it get better
Summer heat bringing out the Berattas
You better pray you don't end up on a
You can't say shit to a nigga like me every day you know I'm on go mode
Fuck boy wanna chat in my face like I ain't on none but you know that's a no no
Seen shit get real in my face this ruthless world could never amaze me
Bitch you can't faze me, you out your mind? Ain't how them folk dem raised me
On God ain't going like that, been down that road ain't going right back
Still think bout times when they took my pack, I was on that block tryna get that back
Seen you throw your life away for these hoes and you wonder why you ain't got shit
Tryna count my pockets, boy I'm a prophet just tryna see more profit
Man, so much hate inside of your face, I ain't even gon lie I get it
That's your hoe, I hit it
You cap in your rap, a nigga like me, I did it
I ain't even gon lie, this year I was stuck
Looked at myself like "what the fuck?"
Then I got up, I don't need luck
I gotta blast, I gotta buck
Niggas want trap, niggas want rap
Niggas want truth, niggas want cap
Niggas want this, niggas want that
I'mma do me, you ain't got that
When they write my history, they gon affiliate me with the game
I see my homies wrapped up in the gang
I guess a couple things'll never change, dang
That Cali weather
Every day I swear I hope it get better
Summer heat bringing out the Berattas
You better pray you don't end up on a stretcher
And as of late, I've been feeling the pressure
In a way a doctor never could measure
I know they hate on me, they can all hate on me
I don't get even, nigga I get better
That, That Cali weather
Every day I swear I hope it get better
Summer heat bringing out the Berattas
You better pray you don't end up on a stretcher
And as of late, I've been feeling the pressure
In a way a doctor never could measure
I know they hate on me, they can all hate on me
I don't get even, nigga I get better
What you thought I was done? Bitch I'm not
I got 300 shots and I'm ready to bust
I got the game in a clutch
I can promise you ain't fucking with us
Took a lil time
I had to get on my grind, had to focus my mind, had to pree all the signs
Was in the dark, but now I gotta shine
Lit as a bitch, getting rich off of rhyme
It's really divine
The moment I get what is mine
Remember you didn't believe, now you wanna ride like it's I-95
I gotta skirt off in a Wraith
I need a beach house in L.A.
I want a thick one with her ass done and blue check on her name
So say what you want
That's what I want
Niggas ain't shit, leave me alone
Probably break your heart 'fore I break a bone
Probably throw a shot 'fore I throw a stone
Made it through the summer, made it through the winter
One day soon, I'mma be a winner
Tell Florida I could never forget her, but California, boy I'm really up in her
That Cali weather
Every day I swear I hope it get better
Summer heat bringing out the Berattas
You better pray you don't end up on a stretcher
And as of late, I've been feeling the pressure
In a way a doctor never could measure
I know they hate on me, they can all hate on me
I don't get even, nigga I get better
That Cali weather
Every day I swear I hope it get better
Summer heat bringing out the Berattas
You better pray you don't end up on a stretcher
And as of late, I've been feeling the pressure
In a way a doctor never could measure
I know they hate on me, they can all hate on me
I don't get even, nigga I get better
That Cali weather
Every day I swear I hope it get better
Summer heat bringing out the Berattas
You better pray you don't end up on a stretcher
And as of late, I've been feeling the pressure
In a way a doctor never could measure
I know they hate on me, they can all hate on me
I don't get even, nigga I get better

Written by:
Jaelan Trapp

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