Yea, yea
Fresh as a Tennessee Breeze
I done punched a dumb fake in the face with my fist
All you jits drink my piss, the Breeze is not counterfeit
Chef the beat and kill the mix
"Damn, how'd they get like this?"
I gotta bottle full of Tussin if you goofs catch my drift
We ain't fake we don't pay for listens or for plays
AKA we so real, so f*ck a deal whatchu say
We ain't fake, f*ck a Jake
Even Jake, we ain't fake,
We so real, spilled some Robo on da ceil
No mass appeal, I throw away the pill
So f*ck a pill, that's the f*cking deal
That's the realest shit you ever heard in yo life
Welcome to real reality (welcome to real reality)
These bitches ain't never seen real before
Some copy cat and fake ass hoes
I told my brother, don't trust the fake ass hoes (don't trust em)
Them bitches ain't never seen real before
I ain't been fake in a day of my life
You bitches wake up, you fake for life
We ain't never fake none bitch, Tennessee Breeze keep it a stack, always will bitch
F*ck ya mean (he from the north)
Yuppie corporate bitches can't catch us in their trap
S.N. and S.K. breezy, I always keep it a stack
You faking streams for some clout, know ya music is crap
Southerner smoking something, and get to cracking, never cap
Yea, 4 beers on the table, vodka on the floor
All this green around me, let's smoke on some more
Yeah, I'm waiting for the Dillyo where the f*ck you at? (where you at)
Man, I hope that he ain't smoking some crack
I got a 6 pack on the dresser, what the f*ck does that mean?
Realist Breeze is coming to ya, something you've never seen
I keep the real in my clique, shout out to Mr. Clean
Exterminate all you fakes, I need a whole magazine
Dilly pull up with a pack of Ronas
Young Thug, yeah you know I'm a stone, I'm a stoner
Know it's pack when you smell the aroma
I'm at the marking buying all the made aromas
These bitches ain't never seen real before (no)
Some copy cat and fake ass hoes (fake)
I told my brother, don't trust the fake ass hoes (don't trust em)
Them bitches ain't never seen real before
I ain't been fake in a day of my life
You bitches wake up, you fake for life (you fake, you fake, you fake)
You fake ass f*cking bitches, how bout Tennessee Breeze pull up?
We get it breezy, yah
Breezy motherf*cker, Breeze
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Yea, yea
Fresh as a Tennessee Breeze
I done punched a dumb fake in the face with my fist
All you jits drink my piss, the Breeze is not counterfeit
Chef the beat and kill the mix
"Damn, how'd they get like this?"
I gotta bottle full of Tussin if you goofs catch my drift
We ain't fake we don't pay for listens or for plays
AKA we so real, so f*ck a deal whatchu say
We ain't fake, f*ck a Jake
Even Jake, we ain't fake,
We so real, spilled some Robo on da ceil
No mass appeal, I throw away the pill
So f*ck a pill, that's the f*cking deal
That's the realest shit you ever heard in yo life
Welcome to real reality (welcome to real reality)
These bitches ain't never seen real before
Some copy cat and fake ass hoes
I told my brother, don't trust the fake ass hoes (don't trust em)
Them bitches ain't never seen real before
I ain't been fake in a day of my life
You bitches wake up, you fake for life
We ain't never fake none bitch, Tennessee Breeze keep it a stack, always will bitch
F*ck ya mean (he from the north)
Yuppie corporate bitches can't catch us in their trap
S.N. and S.K. breezy, I always keep it a stack
You faking streams for some clout, know ya music is crap
Southerner smoking something, and get to cracking, never cap
Yea, 4 beers on the table, vodka on the floor
All this green around me, let's smoke on some more
Yeah, I'm waiting for the Dillyo where the f*ck you at? (where you at)
Man, I hope that he ain't smoking some crack
I got a 6 pack on the dresser, what the f*ck does that mean?
Realist Breeze is coming to ya, something you've never seen
I keep the real in my clique, shout out to Mr. Clean
Exterminate all you fakes, I need a whole magazine
Dilly pull up with a pack of Ronas
Young Thug, yeah you know I'm a stone, I'm a stoner
Know it's pack when you smell the aroma
I'm at the marking buying all the made aromas
These bitches ain't never seen real before (no)
Some copy cat and fake ass hoes (fake)
I told my brother, don't trust the fake ass hoes (don't trust em)
Them bitches ain't never seen real before
I ain't been fake in a day of my life
You bitches wake up, you fake for life (you fake, you fake, you fake)
You fake ass f*cking bitches, how bout Tennessee Breeze pull up?
We get it breezy, yah
Breezy motherf*cker, Breeze
Fresh as a Tennessee Breeze
I done punched a dumb fake in the face with my fist
All you jits drink my piss, the Breeze is not counterfeit
Chef the beat and kill the mix
"Damn, how'd they get like this?"
I gotta bottle full of Tussin if you goofs catch my drift
We ain't fake we don't pay for listens or for plays
AKA we so real, so f*ck a deal whatchu say
We ain't fake, f*ck a Jake
Even Jake, we ain't fake,
We so real, spilled some Robo on da ceil
No mass appeal, I throw away the pill
So f*ck a pill, that's the f*cking deal
That's the realest shit you ever heard in yo life
Welcome to real reality (welcome to real reality)
These bitches ain't never seen real before
Some copy cat and fake ass hoes
I told my brother, don't trust the fake ass hoes (don't trust em)
Them bitches ain't never seen real before
I ain't been fake in a day of my life
You bitches wake up, you fake for life
We ain't never fake none bitch, Tennessee Breeze keep it a stack, always will bitch
F*ck ya mean (he from the north)
Yuppie corporate bitches can't catch us in their trap
S.N. and S.K. breezy, I always keep it a stack
You faking streams for some clout, know ya music is crap
Southerner smoking something, and get to cracking, never cap
Yea, 4 beers on the table, vodka on the floor
All this green around me, let's smoke on some more
Yeah, I'm waiting for the Dillyo where the f*ck you at? (where you at)
Man, I hope that he ain't smoking some crack
I got a 6 pack on the dresser, what the f*ck does that mean?
Realist Breeze is coming to ya, something you've never seen
I keep the real in my clique, shout out to Mr. Clean
Exterminate all you fakes, I need a whole magazine
Dilly pull up with a pack of Ronas
Young Thug, yeah you know I'm a stone, I'm a stoner
Know it's pack when you smell the aroma
I'm at the marking buying all the made aromas
These bitches ain't never seen real before (no)
Some copy cat and fake ass hoes (fake)
I told my brother, don't trust the fake ass hoes (don't trust em)
Them bitches ain't never seen real before
I ain't been fake in a day of my life
You bitches wake up, you fake for life (you fake, you fake, you fake)
You fake ass f*cking bitches, how bout Tennessee Breeze pull up?
We get it breezy, yah
Breezy motherf*cker, Breeze
Writer: S. N., S. K.
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