Kazie - Golden Gate Flows (feat. Chad)

I'ma call this, Golden Gate Flows"
Got my nigga CHAD with me
It's Breed shit
And shoutout to all my folks up in the bay
I see you, Yay Area
That's me on the beat by the way
Look
Woke up focused on the cash today
Praying that none of my niggas pass away
Mac on my hip who I'ma blast today?
That's the type of shit that my mans would say
I got niggas up in the bay no Mandalay
I'm talking Frisco, Oakland, San Jose
Richmond, Fremont and Vallejo
Hayward, Berkeley and San Mateo
Martinez, I know family out there that's rocking with me
Back when I was with that nigga Two at City
And that nigga Bean
NBA was the dream
TwoTwo up in Germany now and we spitting these 16's
I could go cliché, talk about when I was 16
But this is real life
Golden Gate Flows this is what it feels like
Cold case niggas know that I kill mics
Look, I'm ill like the doctors patient
Never waiting
Had to dig deep within when I decided I would make it
Take it upon myself to transition from living basic
When you make it from the pavement you should see these niggas faces
I can count my real ones on one hand
Only God can judge nigga I'm one man
Flow hot, give a nigga a sun tan
Fitted hat, tee and some sneakers with the Jump Man
Retro
Let's go
It was written, Esco
That I am the best in the west and the rest know
As long as I spit this hot shit then them checks flow
This right jab will fold a nigga quick like a pretzel
Special
Like I called shotgun on a short bus
Sippin' for the pain tell that nigga Domo pour it up
Back then when we would say, "The Breed" they ignored us
Now we top rank, Ben Franks from the floor up
Whores bust it open claiming that they adore us
Opportunity knocked, that's when I opened the door up
'Cause you can only open that door once
Party like the 90's, gin, juice and more blunts
Golden Gate Flows
CHAD talk to these niggas bro
I'm tired of talkin' to these niggas man (Tell these niggas keep talkin' to themselves)
Tell these niggas to get in my fucking tax bracket (All in the comments and shit)
Bay area's my second home
Love El Cajon but I'm shooting dice up in the O
Ain't no place in Cali I ain't been before
Well known in my white tees and shell toes
What I'm smoking on is louder than the Oracle
That's why I've been ignoring you
Your lifestyle's horrible
More than a few bitches
I keep some cute bitches
Classy but rude bitches
Man you know what I do to bitches?
Break hearts and stay sharp
Just a work of art
Bombay and lemonade after dark
Ken Griffey Jr. I'm finna hit it out the park
Knocking the base like I've never did crack before
Sun shades Dior, damn I just love her aura
Trying to see what she on as soon as she come over
When there's nothing to do
I'm smoking with the crew
Never talking bout bullshit plotting on getting loot (Cash)
I don't need a beat I just need a loop (Fast)
Catch me in enemy territory without my troops
Still come out without a bruise
Never came out of a shoe (Never)
That might've been a lie because I never go nowhere without my group
It's a figure of speech I can go anywhere on my own two
Only Steve Harvey gets to laugh when the family fueds (Ha)
Who the fuck is you? (Huh?)
I'm leaning in the whip sideways
All the way up my driveway listening to Kanye
Drive slow like the song say
Like the song say nigga

Written by:
Cameron Miller, Kaelen Mitchell

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