Slow Down

(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 Looking 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 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 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 friendly 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