(Turn me up, Dissan) (D-Roc) Eagle's beak to the street, flowers bought to put on a grave I'm wishin' when it's time that my grandbaby do the same Look in your eyes, mama, you full of pain I'm so sorry that I never changed Baby mama, I'm trippin' Oh, so now can you forgive me? Smokin' my lungs when I'm wishin' I need the book that's been written I'm on a quest, they left a money trail, oh And I ain't go to Heaven 'cause I live in Hell, oh Peter Pan dope tan, dope man, no luck, though, it ain't blowin' 'Cause he ain't have a Ace, he had a Jack Lookin' at you gon' get yo' shit bust, you booked, bro, try to jet That's a new double-R truck and that's a stolo four-door Jag' I done wandered in the wrong town Different groups with different kind of colors on And they all got guns out I've been wavin', but nobody slow down Ooh Ah Life like Soprano, trunk filled with ammo Feel I get more lost the more rich I get Long as you gone, I start to care no more Read the encyclopedia, my flaws on Wikipedia Broken souls, ain't nothin' but creatures here If I blow the strap, I'm leavin' you (look here) Ball for the media, no, cheer for the sunlight Woke up in snowstorm on a slow night Christ gon' return, right? Money tall like the Eiffel Tower Nigga, that's I I take A and place it over you and the D come when you die Alright, leave with a liquor disease The blick that they bought tension and we brought some sticks for to squeeze He get stuffed in some leaves, tell a truck to stay out my way Ain't bein' friendly with nobody 'cause I know it ain't safe I done wandered in the wrong town Different groups with different kind of colors on And they all got guns out I've been wavin', but nobody slow down