[Intro]

"Hello? You awake?
My bad if I woke you, we're 3 hours behind where I'm at
I'm good, I'm here. It's a small town..."

[Verse 1: Art Morera]
Metro PCS, 80 dollars I got a phone number for a month
They'd holly when they need to get the product
You already know, I got it
I'm no John Gotti just a man that can make a profit
It's difficult to recall
When I got mixed up in it (When I got mixed up in it all)
First time I saw a quarter ounce was in Hialeah
It was chronic, my friend wanted me there while he re-upped
In a sense, that was the entrance and
Since then, every text sent to me is for ten cents at least
I get it while I'm writing to these beats
Put the work in the baggy, skate to the place we meet
Not the type to be bragging, I'd rather stay discrete
The streets is watching, eyes in the sky don't blink
Survival instincts won't dial the police
Killing innocent is a 5-0 thing
I headed west like Fievel
My pops lent me a novel, as time passed I read it less
Could barely lay in the bed and rest when you travel
Over slept, checking belongings while I'm getting dressed

[Hook: Art Morera]
Yes, we went to California (California)
Money was spent in California (Ooh)
I was down to my last cent in California (California)
We went to California
California

Just let the beat ride out, Nixon
Smoke a hundred blunts on the 101

Ayo (Hello?)

[Verse 2: Art Morera]
What you know about yawning, waking up in the morning
On a mountain under an awning
Walking out of a shack thats a fucking dry house
Someone calling for 5 pounds, they have the money right now
What you know about the drive down?
Can't tell me shit about my lifestyle
Soon as the birds fly south, I'll be 24/7 word to my night owls
My tape's fresher than Stevie Hightower's
It could light up the sky like meteorite showers
See enemies disguised when we realize
You can tell when a person lies by reading their eyes
You cowards
Body language is an open book
You getting judged trynna cover up your hopeless look over here
See the while that this took?
I vowed to hold my corner down like the rook
I play my enemies like a game of chess
Protect my queen, keeping my mate in check
Check, they say "Your mixtape's fresh, what you working on next?"
How quick they forget
Whatever, ain't like I'm so much better
I repeat things to myself like a broken record
For the record, I may need a moment to remember
I'm only human and focused on overcoming endeavors
Turning bud into cheddar, that's alchemy
Look out the balcony and nostalgia sinks in of me on that mountain peak
You're sound asleep catching Z's
I'm in the s-t-udio counting G's

[Hook: Art Morera]
We went to California (California)
Money was spent in California (Ooh)
I was down to my last cent in California (California)
We went to California
California

What time is it?
Oh, it's dab thirty