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 f*ck 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