Turn me up Might wanna turn that up Eastside for good luck Candy canes, peppermint swirls in the rain That girl outside the game, hustlin' without a main Renegade, she gettin paid She got wrapped up in my ways that made her change hers She know it make sense, to help me take over the world I'm not a selfish leader, I see the good in people You need me like I need you, them other fools beneath you Don't sully your image, by fuckin' with niggas Sucka definition, description fit em' The prescription was written, in scribble scratch Garage like a skittle pack, bruh what color Bentley is that Aw man She was a devil in a red Vette, Crafted by God's hands Posin' like a trophy, golden Grammy on my nightstand As she rolled me, I checked my Rollie Showered up, I'm in my Rolls, I'm jammin' the homie Boldy My dawg be droppin' cuts I don't ride to myself, but I make some nice stuff I listen to my friends, or I jam some oldies You'd know that if you really know me The way you think you know me I roll slowly, but I'm up fo' surely They can't do nothin' with me, Fools ain't got nothin' fo' me Red sauce and Rigatoni, White wine let us write until the mornin' She callin' cuz she want me Test her patience, have her waitin' for me Tried to split, but she can't get off me Mornin' coffee strong, long nights, under the stars talkin King of New York, I'm like Christopher Walken But I'm from New Orleans Eastside, outside, all in They think they like I Quite appallin'