Peezy - Letter to Snoop lyrics
Peezy [Phillip Glen-Earl Peaks] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Peezy - Letter to Snoop lyrics]
If I can turn back to the hands of time
My nigga will still be alive
Yeah, You can see the pain in my eyes
Had better times when we
Didn't have him dying i'm just reminiscing
All them nights we was in the kitchen
Tryna turn a half of eight
Ball to a half chicken
Back when R's went for 12
We was on a mission
500 on my nuts, headed to Virginia
I tried to tell my nigga
He just wouldn't listen niggas jealous
They don't wanna see us with some chicken
Snakes in the grass, I can hear 'em hissing
We just bought more ice and fuck more bitches
Hard to talk to his momma
'cuz I know she hurting
I been praying every night but I
Don't think like it's working
Ima hold my nigga down 'till
They close their curtains
They killed him for his watch
It just wasn't worth it
All them nights in the club, letting ones fly
All them hoes that we fucked
In the first night
All the lean we done drunk
Weed we done smoked
All the money we done counted
Beans we done sold
All them nights on the road
Shooting trips together
Spent hours at the mall
Putting 'fit's together
R I P my nigga Soda, he was with whatever
We ain't never wanted shit
But to get some cheddar
Yeah, If I can turn back to the hands of time
Ay, I would've never let this slide
Uh, would've told him before he went outside
"Let me grab the strap so I can
Walk him to the ride" yeah
I'll do it all again, to see my nigga smile
I'll do it all again
And say it one more time
I'll do it all again, just to see him shine
Said niggas wasn't with us
And he wasn't lying
Nowadays, I been feeling like I'm all alone
Can't believe my nigga gone
I still call his phone
Man, you was like Shaq and Kobe on the grove
I'ma blow a bag everytime the DJ play a song
Team Eastside for life, nigga Ghetto Boyz
Put the hood on the map
Bitch you better know it
Ain't been going to the crib, I been paranoid
Ain't been going to the club, I been paranoid
Niggas wit you for the moment
They ain't wit the movement
Ask 'em how them niggas eating
What them niggas doing
Shit don't even feel the same
Everything ruined i'on know how I'ma 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 feeling like talking
Just let me be
My nigga will still be alive
Yeah, You can see the pain in my eyes
Had better times when we
Didn't have him dying i'm just reminiscing
All them nights we was in the kitchen
Tryna turn a half of eight
Ball to a half chicken
Back when R's went for 12
We was on a mission
500 on my nuts, headed to Virginia
I tried to tell my nigga
He just wouldn't listen niggas jealous
They don't wanna see us with some chicken
Snakes in the grass, I can hear 'em hissing
We just bought more ice and fuck more bitches
Hard to talk to his momma
'cuz I know she hurting
I been praying every night but I
Don't think like it's working
Ima hold my nigga down 'till
They close their curtains
They killed him for his watch
It just wasn't worth it
All them nights in the club, letting ones fly
All them hoes that we fucked
In the first night
All the lean we done drunk
Weed we done smoked
All the money we done counted
Beans we done sold
All them nights on the road
Shooting trips together
Spent hours at the mall
Putting 'fit's together
R I P my nigga Soda, he was with whatever
We ain't never wanted shit
But to get some cheddar
Yeah, If I can turn back to the hands of time
Ay, I would've never let this slide
Uh, would've told him before he went outside
"Let me grab the strap so I can
Walk him to the ride" yeah
I'll do it all again, to see my nigga smile
I'll do it all again
And say it one more time
I'll do it all again, just to see him shine
Said niggas wasn't with us
And he wasn't lying
Nowadays, I been feeling like I'm all alone
Can't believe my nigga gone
I still call his phone
Man, you was like Shaq and Kobe on the grove
I'ma blow a bag everytime the DJ play a song
Team Eastside for life, nigga Ghetto Boyz
Put the hood on the map
Bitch you better know it
Ain't been going to the crib, I been paranoid
Ain't been going to the club, I been paranoid
Niggas wit you for the moment
They ain't wit the movement
Ask 'em how them niggas eating
What them niggas doing
Shit don't even feel the same
Everything ruined i'on know how I'ma 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 feeling like talking
Just let me be