Jun 12, 2026 · 59 min · 14 segments
One hour of finest hiphop stuff, presented by french dj phenomen DJ King Flow. Episode #103 includes interview with TRE-DOT. TRACKLIST: TRE-DOT - MY DADDY'S WATCH (PROD SKII SHARP) TRE-DOT - STILL…
Trey DotGuest
DJ King FlowHostOkay.
I
swear they messed up, dug me out of my grave Mic check, one, two, don't know how to behave Hey mama, tell the truth, please tell me what's good Why you take me out of Queens and move me into the woods? Why you silencing my voice, limiting every choice? This here is the reckoning, so be on point Sometimes the sinners are made without much thought You was a child, follow me, shut your mouth up Your daddy did some big things, turned dark to light Still shining, different the sight, place and the height Got me thinking about them Sunday nights Voice boom with ump Them harmonies was life Suit pressed with a pinstripe vest Used to love I can't complain When he sang from his chest Dreams bigger than the stress And the bills he produced Tried to carry it all He stood tall in his truth Please, mama, won't you tell me the truth? So much is done, there's so much to do.
They try to tell me that I move like pops.
Maybe so, if so, got on my daddy's watch.
Please, mama, won't you tell me the truth? So much is done, there's so much to do.
They try to tell me that I move like pops.
Maybe so, if We'll see you next time.
This voice is the reflection resonates in the night.
Still got it.
Never let it go.
This work here is life.
Since the night under the tunnel, bleeding out on them streets.
This life been documented from the memories past.
From the tears and pain to uncontrollable laughs.
Foundations of families is loosely gripped.
My generation dropped the ball.
Yeah, I said it is sick.
Another chapter from my memoir.
The passion is thick.
They don't assume cannoli camouflage.
So much of this shit.
This is substance over spectacles, that poison the rhythm Walking dead, being navigated, by algorithms This is truth, accountability, the culture is safe You lay the zero in place, without a mask and a cape I done seen the highs, I done lived through the lows Now I move with a purpose, every step that I chose They was looking for a fall, I was building a rise Now they watching every move, with the evilest eye What you thought this was and why I didn't see it.
Okay.
I
swear they messed up, dug me out of my grave Mic check, one, two, don't know how to behave Hey mama, tell the truth, please tell me what's good Why you take me out of Queens and move me into the woods? Why you silencing my voice, limiting every choice? This here is the reckoning, so be on point Sometimes the sinners are made without much thought You was a child, follow me, shut your mouth up Your daddy did some big things, turned dark to light Still shining, different the sight, place and the height Got me thinking about them Sunday nights Voice boom with ump Them harmonies was life Suit pressed with a pinstripe vest Used to love I can't complain When he sang from his chest Dreams bigger than the stress And the bills he produced Tried to carry it all He stood tall in his truth Please, mama, won't you tell me the truth? So much is done, there's so much to do.
They try to tell me that I move like pops.
Maybe so, if so, got on my daddy's watch.
Please, mama, won't you tell me the truth? So much is done, there's so much to do.
They try to tell me that I move like pops.
Maybe so, if We'll see you next time.
This voice is the reflection resonates in the night.
Still got it.
Never let it go.
This work here is life.
Since the night under the tunnel, bleeding out on them streets.
This life been documented from the memories past.
From the tears and pain to uncontrollable laughs.
Foundations of families is loosely gripped.
My generation dropped the ball.
Yeah, I said it is sick.
Another chapter from my memoir.
The passion is thick.
They don't assume cannoli camouflage.
So much of this shit.
This is substance over spectacles, that poison the rhythm Walking dead, being navigated, by algorithms This is truth, accountability, the culture is safe You lay the zero in place, without a mask and a cape I done seen the highs, I done lived through the lows Now I move with a purpose, every step that I chose They was looking for a fall, I was building a rise Now they watching every move, with the evilest eye What you thought this was and why I didn't see it.
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