| If you had a second chance in life, what would you do?
|
| Would you put the pills down? |
| Throw out the lean too?
|
| Treat you baby mama right and make way for your kids
|
| Peace with your enemies, keep the water under the bridge
|
| I think about if my motorcycle crash was fatal
|
| Broken bones, internal bleedin', stressed on the table going through surgery
|
| Two machines helpin' me breath, sorry mama I wanna stay but I gotta leave
|
| I see my funeral pat I see some lyin', some cryin' and some givin' dab
|
| I see false claimers, strangers and foes with their head in their laps
|
| I see more division I see some of them showing up just to post a picture like
|
| they was my nigga
|
| Instagram’s a dead man’s best friend
|
| Everybody lookin' for likes but wasn’t likin' you in
|
| You needed somethin' to hold on dealin' with life stress
|
| Glad them angels came in surgery said «I'm not done yet»
|
| I know saints, I know sinners, I know bastards
|
| I know pain, I know veins, I know losses
|
| My loyalty’s sensitive so please don’t cross me
|
| My loyalty’s sensitive so please don’t cross me
|
| I came to redeem myself, all I need is God’s help
|
| There’s a millions of miracles so made the real you, the real truth
|
| If I had a second chance in life this would I do
|
| I buy you flowers talk to you for hours get your truth
|
| I listen to you when you’re hurt I should’ve went to church with you
|
| But my credentials didn’t work I still should’ve work with you
|
| I should’ve left them lil' hoes alone and came home
|
| But I blamed the moments you though I was in the wrong
|
| You checked my phone and I checked you 'bout it
|
| We never talked it over instead we sexed 'bout it
|
| I said, «I'm comin' over"you turned up flexed 'bout it
|
| I hit yo mama phone she said «y'all get it together"she don’t know what we on
|
| My response was whatever I’m ego trippin' hotever
|
| I hate to see you goin' she gave me that dial tone
|
| I should’ve gave you more trust, more love, no lies, more us
|
| 'cause when my motorcycle crash and everyone left
|
| It was that angel in surgery sayin' «I ain’t done yet»
|
| Real shit
|
| I know saints, I know sinners, I know bastards
|
| I know pain, I know veins, I know losses
|
| My loyalty’s sensitive so please don’t cross me
|
| My loyalty’s sensitive so please don’t cross me
|
| I came to redeem myself all I need is God’s help
|
| There’s a millions of miracles so made the real you, the real truth |