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trizzmatic - as we proceed lyrics

intro:

as proceed to give you what you need
as proceed to give you what you need

turn me up!

verse 1

as we proceed to give you what you need
my lemon squeeze is in my dungarees
might let you breathe
feeling like b.i.g
in a suv
you don’t see what i mean
think i’m lazy
might lose half ya breath
or all ya breath
ain’t no life after death
is you ready to die
nah
n+gga exactly
then i need my money over night
like cassie
i want it all in big bills if you ask me
in a brown paper bag
that’s tax free
you need a feature
only hit me if the track’s heat
i’ll probably surf on ya sh+t
like max b
hawaiian punch
arms out
mad free
from the booth
through the mic
to the flat screen
but it could all end soon
on a bad scene
like pac trying to grab the gun out the back seat
might have my name on a grave and clip
but i’m take a few n+ggas
that you came in with
now play this sh+t
late night on the vegas strip
pour out some hennessy
and blaze a spliff
cause hate still plagues the game
that’s pestilence
never go against the grain
of what’s heaven sent
everything i do’s with class
taste
and excellence
n+ggas can’t bare the struggle
like the revenant
early in the am
rolling up the medicine
blowing out the smoke
in a room full of elephants

trizz
where you been
they sayin’ you a veteran

i’m right on time
like planets stars and elements

late in the pm
making out the measurements
caskets gettin’ made
for rappers that’s irrelevant
i four four
kick in the door
if they don’t let us in
you ‘posed to feel
there ain’t no one i ain’t better than

verse 2:
don’t put my name
in the middle of that or middle of this
cause most of y’all n+ggas is wack
and n+ggas is b+tch
and n+ggas is p+ssed
but they don’t long i been in this sh+t
they hate before a. finish the mix
you gotta study how i do my arrangements
my musical language
keeps the speakers in the studio bangin’
they asking
who do you hang with
is it cool to be famous
you know the usual same sh+t
not me
i’m not there
they’re shocked with their mouth wide
the game got a gate
and i’m locked on the outside
f+ck them and f+ck y’all
that’s just the pac in me
came with a prophecy
this what it got to be
with no surprise
you gotta raise ya glass up
and toast it high
this lil money comin’ in
bout to multiply
if you don’t see it how i see it
then close ya eyes
i need seven figure money my n+gga
to pay bills
eight digit paper inside the safe still
for all of our dead and gone legends
that they’ve k!lled
cause n+gga what i’m doing
ain’t bout the fame
chill
n+ggas ain’t playing around in bangfield
we’ll hit ya chest, neck, face, grill
like
stay still
don’t move
‘fore brains spill
if bullets don’t take you out
the game will

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