(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 an Ace, he had a Jack
Lookin' at you gon' get your shit bust, you booked, bro, try the jet
That's a new double-R truck and that's a stolo four-door Jag
I didn't wanna live 'round town
Different groups with different kind of colors on 'em
And they all got guns on 'em
I've been wavin', but nobody slowed 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 talk like the Eiffel Tower
Nigga, that's I
I take A and place it over you and the D come when you die
Uh, leave you 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 been friendin' with nobody 'cause I know it ain't safe
I didn't wanna live 'round town
Different groups with different kind of colors on 'em
And they all got guns on 'em
I've been wavin', but nobody slowed down
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