Peachtree Pacific

Yeah... coast to coast... Let's get it.

Woke up in the Hills, sun on the Versace silk sheets Palm trees in the wind keepin' time with the slow beats Made a smoothie with the fruit that I grew in the yard Livin' easy's not a dream when you play your cards Took the G-Wagon out, the one without the ceilin' on it Just to feel the breeze, put a little feelin' on it Yeah, the lifestyle's golden, the vibe is therapeutic...

Then the other phone rings, gotta mute it 'Cause the pack just landed, TSA couldn't track it Ziploc, vacuum-seal it, gotta make 'em stack it My Cali crib is paradise, my Georgia spot's the factory One phone call can make a good day turn to tragedy Gotta watch your back, gotta watch who you tellin' Half the game is sellin', the other half is never smellin'.

Livin' Peachtree Pacific, the view is terrific (Yeah!) The product is specific, the numbers prolific (Racks!) Got the sun in my face and the ice on my wrist One foot in paradise, one foot in the abyss (Straight up!) It's that Peachtree Pacific, a dangerous oasis Switchin' up the flows and switchin' up the faces. (21!)

Cruisin' down the PCH, the ocean is immaculate Got a reservation, table for four, I'm never late for it Model chick beside me, she don't ever ask 'bout business She just know the Gucci store is where she gets her wishes We could talk about the weather, we could talk about the wine As long as she don't ever cross that bottom line Yeah, the life is a movie, the script is picturesque...

Then a text message hit me, said the drop was a mess Say my youngin' got too comfortable, he started gettin' sloppy Had to get on FaceTime, tell him "make that shit look choppy!" This designer on my body cost a quarter key of pressure Every dollar that I make is a calculated measure 'Cause the sunshine's pretty, but the shade is where the deals go down Two different zip codes, the king of two different towns.

Livin' Peachtree Pacific, the view is terrific (Yeah!) The product is specific, the numbers prolific (Racks!) Got the sun in my face and the ice on my wrist One foot in paradise, one foot in the abyss (Straight up!) It's that Peachtree Pacific, a dangerous oasis Switchin' up the flows and switchin' up the faces. (21!)

Half of me is sunshine, half of me is midnight rain... Half of me is calm, the other half is propane... Livin' two lives just to feel a single thing... Money.

Peachtree Pacific... Yeah... ATL-i-fornia... Coast to coast connection... Got the gas... got the vibe... Gone.