No More Trips to Paris

[Verse]
You can tell it to my face and I won’t believe you
Something going on I feel it in the air like Beanie Sigel
Same people who sell the panic sell the pill to the people
They plotting out the sequel while we still stuck on the preview
You a devil and we see the smoke right underneath you
Interrogate and lock me down but your mirrors see-through
A man with vision is lethal and his heart is regal
So when the chips are down best believe we pop like Pringles
Call em out and they claim it's the faults in your persona
Light the gas and distract me with blunts and a Corona
But shout-out to all my guys smoking the best from California
They changing things under your nose don’t forget I warned ya
Ball so hard we don't sweat the small change
Then bawl so hard we got nothing to lose but our chains
Marks on the the wall for every generation that it’s claimed
I don’t know why we keep falling for this old thing
No More Trips to Paris