Intro
Microphone check, microphone check
Don't fuckin' tell me its doing that shit again
Are you sure, record
Alright
I feel the beat flow through me
Paint a picture it's like a movie
Yeah if everything is peaches then life would just be a smoothie
But that's kind of hard believe because people they want to shoot me
Hold up
I feel the beat flow through me
Paint a picture it's like a movie
If everything is peaches then life would just be a smoothie
But that's kind of hard believe cause D.A. wanna prosecute me
Hold up
Ok wait let me demonstrate
Or wait let me get the record straight
I really couldn't tell you on how its looking from second place
But I know this reefer I'm smoking it help me meditate
Pleasure and business you gotta separate
Get your record straight I pray you make it to Heaven's gates
I'm sure there was a lot that was still left to say
There's nothing we could do but go about with our day to day
Safe to say what would you do you seen the devil face to face
Pave the way make sure you stacking up for a rainy day
Haters hate my partner writing letters they don't say the date
Change his fate the life that we living in yeah it's make or break
You gon' sit on the sidelines or you gon' take a plate
Take a break my foot on the pedal no I don't play with brakes
Game is laced I speak on that real shit and so they play the tape
Game is laced I speak on that real shit and so they play the tape
Its Trapper Loc ene
You bitch
Classic
Don't fuckin' tell me its doing that shit again
Are you sure, record
Alright
I feel the beat flow through me
Paint a picture it's like a movie
Yeah if everything is peaches then life would just be a smoothie
But that's kind of hard believe because people they want to shoot me
Hold up
I feel the beat flow through me
Paint a picture it's like a movie
If everything is peaches then life would just be a smoothie
But that's kind of hard believe cause D.A. wanna prosecute me
Hold up
Ok wait let me demonstrate
Or wait let me get the record straight
I really couldn't tell you on how its looking from second place
But I know this reefer I'm smoking it help me meditate
Pleasure and business you gotta separate
Get your record straight I pray you make it to Heaven's gates
I'm sure there was a lot that was still left to say
There's nothing we could do but go about with our day to day
Safe to say what would you do you seen the devil face to face
Pave the way make sure you stacking up for a rainy day
Haters hate my partner writing letters they don't say the date
Change his fate the life that we living in yeah it's make or break
You gon' sit on the sidelines or you gon' take a plate
Take a break my foot on the pedal no I don't play with brakes
Game is laced I speak on that real shit and so they play the tape
Game is laced I speak on that real shit and so they play the tape
Its Trapper Loc ene
You bitch
Classic
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Barrera
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