Juss Kev & Travon - California's Weezy lyrics

[Verse 1: Juss Kev] I feel like none of these n***as close to me And my n***as like “sh** is they supposed to be?” As I'm approaching thee Top cause I roast a beat, Hot like a toaster sweet And pop's how I'm supposed to speak Like “Guns and Drugs” my flow's complete Na matter a fact all of those are weak Flow so cold that I froze the beat Shouldn't have came in the game but I chose to skeet Now my rosary is so elite Rappin with the souls of thee Martin Luther Kings and Rosa P Yeah man that's just how come checks Say sign next to the Malcolm X The income's money so the outcome's s** No I'm not a square but my style's complex As a Rubik's cube In my rudest mood, Like who is you Cause I do this dude while you get booed Chillin while my food get chewed Yeah I'm eatin, They speakin weak when competin I beat defeat they retreatin And trust me my n***a you don't want to meat like a vegan And n***as call me Keek cause I sneak with freaks every weekend Beatin their cheeks then leave the bed squeakin and creakin Cause I bat, batter splat scatter all in that bladder And now she call me Adam cause I'm all that matter My rap patterns left a trail that Saturn Still show with ill flows I k** those you lil hoes [Hook: Juss Kev] Ok I'm California's Weezy 500 degrees heat My songs on repeat, Hear yo sh** hit delete You better retreat whenever we meet Used to want my foot in the game and now I'm knee deep [2X] [Verse 2: Travon] Knee deep zero below My heroes are Negros with slightly larger egos Than eagles with three holes Tryna make a sequel, Tryna keep it equal Shout out to my amigos Shout out to my people for making this sh** happen, What's happenin To my n***as for keeping this sh** crackin, What's crackin Not a rapper nor a actor for the factor But with a pa**ion he's an active little ba*tard I'm tryna capture all my dreams man That's why I had to be the weed man We been smokin and rollin potent sh** like you know this Verses is spoken like you can't see what he's showin Or can't show what he's seein I told them “Got it if you need it boy, holla if you need me” Cause I got it for that get low So shawty hit me if you need those, Swifter than a Speedo [Verse 2: Juss Kev] Ok I spit those sick flows, So I rip mo zip codes And I get dough hit hoes Tell her “Sip mo Hypno” And the whip go, Slow then I'm speedin it up Coincident as f**, No needing no luck b**h I'm great, k** a 16 or 6 times 8 Keep a California mind state Like fat kids at parties I'm just tryna find cake You don't know who you f**in with like a blind date If I hit it from the back I'mma make her spine break n***as trying to hate rewind the tape then they say I'm the fake I'm throwing up fingers like I'm behind the plate Cause I'm that n***a your girl's trying to date and I'm… [Hook]