Grain (Street)

Breez Evahflowin’ - “Grain”
[Emcee(s): Breez Evahflowin’]
[Producer(s): DJ Static]

[Intro: Breez Evahflowin’]
Breez Evahflowin’. Stronghold. Detonator, yo. Grain of salt

[Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin’]
Fuck a seasoning. Shorty’s size aren’t slim
Showing ‘em some shit in the club, grabbed on the dick with love
This be the bugged-out aspect: my boy get
Worldwide burn off them balls of baskets
A glass get full off of Henny and casking
Drunk off desire—no pretending to mask it
Ask and shall receive. Shall the deep proceed?
Got on that speech. They ‘bout to get musky
Limo ride, back of the dress split like the Dutch be
Long-ass finger, nigga, feeling where the guts be
Shorty did her thing like, “Yo, you ‘bout to bust.” See
This is where it ended abruptly. Nut where
The double-D cup be. Shorty hollering
“Don’t touch me.” Bow-legged, butt-naked, and busty
He chilled for a minute, then it start to fuck his head up
Feeling like the sucker from a setup. Suck her ‘til
He let up the baby juice—shorty was crazy loose
But now she like, “Pay me.” Shit. I was born in ‘86
I say to this, in possession of strong funds
Stronghold the cash—fuck the ass in the long run
My song done. Same shit next vict’
On the "Sex Shooter" tip like Apollonian 6
Now what belong in your dick don’t belong in no chick
Who bite gleam off the gold in your wrist. Not worth
The risk

[Hook: Breez Evahflowin’] (x2)
Like birds in rain, it’s hard to maintain
Stay afloat with a big hole in your boat
Revolt when the shit was all your fault
What remains is a grain of salt

[Verse 2: Breez Evahflowin’]
Now, now, now, now
Now when shit go down, who you gon’ blame?
Thinking long range, probably hit you with the wrong name
This song came up in the box. You start thinking ‘bout
The time when you argued ‘bout Biggie and Pac
And not this. One time, organized and spotless
Run a club topless where cops get profits
Some pockets never seem to end, though. And like
The song, you’ll be here tomorrow with friend to foe (State your biz)
At the forefront, when it come, demand control
Like your right hand, always been dependable. But then
The whole shit changed. Niggas short in
The midrange, your right hand with the big chain (Word?)
Now what do this mean here? (Huh?)
Either he dare or got a spare career. Now
Here’s the “where” and “how.” This type of shit’s
Not allowed. Too many foul peeping your style. The word
“Creep” even creep in the isle where reptiles seek
Retribution from the ill institution
Revolution. Now who’s on your team?
Losing—everybody’s square with your team
It appears that your fear was a dream. Now here’s where
The seam burst: wifey popped, her spleen burst
She screamed words obscene from the hurts and pain
Out last breath remained, she recursed his name

[Hook: Breez Evahflowin’] (x2)
Like birds in rain, it’s hard to maintain
Stay afloat with a big hole in your boat
Revolt when the shit was all your fault
What remains is a grain of salt

[Outro: Breez Evahflowin’]
Tossed over your shoulder. My God, he did it. Tossed over your shoulder. Word. My God, he did it. Yeah. Still building on ‘em, you know what I’m saying? ‘Til beyond that. Stronghold that. Detonate that. Breez Evahflow this, yeah