Back In Time

Where would you go if you went back in time?

I'd take my soul off the dotted line

Tell them stop popping them pills, lot of homies died

Whole lot of homies died

I'd take it all back

Tell my Grandad that I love him

Beat my fathers ass if he ain't treat my mom way better

I would stack my racks

Tell my cousin to invest in that

Get my family back together

Get my family back

Maybe I'd go see the dead homies

Or I'd stop the production of fentanyl

Maybe claim a plot of land for me

Or maybe realize I was dead wrong

Maybe I'd go see a therapist

Or go and see them build the pyramids

Or samurai swing the katana

Maybe I'd steal a few patents

Or maybe make sure they get credit

Let it ride for a second

Only a fool turns a word to a weapon

I fill my life with unhealthy obsessions

So if I read this Bible, will it get me into heaven

Cover your eyes like kids' blankets

Blood in the street, think it's time to repaint it

Tradition only sticks if your ways are ancient and mine aren't

I brought a gun to the banquet

No wives cause you bitches ain't shit

Load up the chop, let it kick till it clicks

Fold up the box, got rent on your wrist

Pull up your socks, punch skin off your fist

I'll be damned if I let it take control of me

Stand on my money, homie, try to get it over me

Can't even call, can't let 'em get a hold of me

Cause Lord knows I've been a bad little bastard

Where would you go if you went back in time?

I'd take my soul off the dotted line

Tell them stop popping them pills, lot of homies died

Whole lot of homies died