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letra de letter 2 soda - peezy

[verse 1]
aye
if i could turn back the hands of time
my n-gga still be alive, yeah
you can see the pain in my eyes
had better times when we didn’t have a dime
i’m just reminiscing
all them nights we was in the kitchen
tryna turn a half of 8-ball into a half chicken
back when ours went for 12 we was on a mission
had a hunnid of ’em on my nuts, headed to virginia
i tried to tell my n-gga, he just wouldn’t listen
n-ggas jealous, they ain’t wanna see us with some chicken
snakes in the grass, i can hear ’em hissin’
we just bought more ice and f-cked more b-tches
hard to talk to his momma ’cause i know she hurtin’
i been prayin’ every night, but i don’t think it’s workin’
imma hold my n-gga down till they close the curtains
they k!lled him for his watch, it just wasn’t worth it
all them nights in the club lettin’ ones fly
all them hoes that we f-cked on the first night
all the lean we done drunk, weed we done smoked
all the money we done counted, weed we done sold
all them nights on the road shootin’ trips together
spent hours in the mall puttin’ fits together
rip my n-gga soda, he was with whatever
we ain’t never wanted sh-t but to get some cheddar
[verse 2]
yeah, if i could turn back the hands of time
aye, i woulda never left his side, uh
woulda told him ‘fore he went outside
let me grab the strap so i can walk him to the ride, yeah
i’d do it all again to see my n-gga smile
i’d do it all again to see him one more time
i’d do it all again just to see him shine
he said n-ggas wasn’t with us, and he wasn’t lyin’
nowadays i be feelin’ like i’m all alone
can’t believe my n-gga gone, i still call his phone
me and you was like shaq and kobe on the grove
imma blow a bag every time the dj play your song
team east side for life, n-gga, ghetto boys
put the hood on the map, b-tch you better know it
ain’t been goin’ to the crib, i been paranoid
ain’t been goin’ to the club, i been paranoid
n-ggas with you for the moment, they ain’t with the movement
asked ’em, “how them n-ggas eatin’? what them n-ggas doin’?”
it don’t even feel the same, everything ruined
i don’t know how imma do it, god help me through it, uh
this sh-t don’t even feel the same
percocets don’t even heal the pain
all the lean in the world can’t help me sleep
ain’t been feelin’ like talkin’, just let me be

- peezy

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