Peezy - Letter 2 Soda lyrics
Peezy [Phillip Glen-Earl Peaks] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Peezy - Letter 2 Soda lyrics]
Aye if I could turn back the hands of time
My nigga 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 nigga
He just wouldn't listen niggas 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 fucked more bitches
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 nigga down till
They close the curtains
They killed him for his watch
It just wasn't worth it
All them nights in the club lettin' ones fly
All them hoes that we fucked
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' fit's together
RIP my nigga Soda, he was with whatever
We ain't never wanted shit but
To get some cheddar
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 nigga 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 niggas wasn't with us
And he wasn't lyin'
Nowadays I be feelin' like I'm all alone
Can't believe my nigga 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, nigga, ghetto boys
Put the hood on the map
Bitch you better know it
Ain't been goin' to the crib, I been paranoid
Ain't been goin' to the club, I been paranoid
Niggas with you for the moment
They ain't with the movement asked 'em
"How them niggas eatin'? What
Them niggas 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 shit 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
My nigga 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 nigga
He just wouldn't listen niggas 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 fucked more bitches
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 nigga down till
They close the curtains
They killed him for his watch
It just wasn't worth it
All them nights in the club lettin' ones fly
All them hoes that we fucked
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' fit's together
RIP my nigga Soda, he was with whatever
We ain't never wanted shit but
To get some cheddar
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 nigga 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 niggas wasn't with us
And he wasn't lyin'
Nowadays I be feelin' like I'm all alone
Can't believe my nigga 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, nigga, ghetto boys
Put the hood on the map
Bitch you better know it
Ain't been goin' to the crib, I been paranoid
Ain't been goin' to the club, I been paranoid
Niggas with you for the moment
They ain't with the movement asked 'em
"How them niggas eatin'? What
Them niggas 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 shit 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