(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