chorus
Wish I can turn back time
Hit pause and press rewind
Feel like all the real niggas dyin'
Lord forgive me cuz I'm tryin' but
Tell my shooter grab the choppa
Tell my shooter grab the choppa
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What the fuck you 'pose to do
When yo stomach keep talkin'
Lil sister need school clothes
You clutchin' on yo forty
I can't seem to to get 'em off
Other tellin' me to cross 'em
Everybody say they bosses but
Got me thinkin' to myself
Ain't no real niggas left
Cuz all the real niggas left
They either dead or down the road
They'll kill you bout a ho
Man these streets so cold, so cold
I swear these streets so cold, so cold
I pray to god that he watch my soul
And let me know whose a friend or a foe
chorus
Wish I can turn back time
Hit pause and press rewind
Feel like all the real niggas dyin'
Lord forgive me cuz I'm tryin' but
Tell my shooter grab the choppa
Tell my shooter grab the choppa
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He died right in front of me
He was sittin' in the driver seat
I was sittin' in that passenger seat
Got me wonderin' in the streets Like
What i'm 'pose to do Like
Who i'm 'pose to trust Like
Who i'm 'pose to fuck Like
This bitch set me up Like
They gave my right hand man life
I can't take no mo of life
But I can't let go of life
6 shots i made it out alive it's 21 for life
chorus
Wish I can turn back time
Hit pause and press rewind
Feel like all the real niggas dyin'
Lord forgive me cuz I'm tryin' but
Tell my shooter grab the choppa
Tell my shooter grab the choppa