What If

What if I had me a hunnid mil
What if I had me a hunnid rounds
What if I really had bodies on me
What if I came up from underground
What if I died in a war zone (how long will they mourn me)
If I got locked up for petty crimes (how long will they scorn me)
What if I had me a hunnid mil
What if I had me a hunnid rounds
What if I really had bodies on me
What if I came up from underground
What if I died in a war zone (how long will they mourn me)
If I got locked up for petty crimes (how long will they scorn me)
Growing up I had a different appeal
I wasn’t drinking, smoking, popping no pills
Gangsta’s round me so you know what it is
Try and take it I can’t keep it concealed
Teacher told me I couldn’t do what I dreamed
Fuck you mean I can’t go to the league
Pen and pan that was all that I need
Wrote my feelings to the feel of a beat
What you saying is irrelevant
Say they real when they telling shit
I’m the man nigga hesitant
I think most these niggas celibate
Momma told me keep on peddling
I’m on my way ain’t a nigga ahead of me
Stat committed don’t get caught up in settling
Really saucy I can’t tell you the recipe (damn)
A dream without a goal is a wish
Yea I’m coming from the jungle
Some may call it the abyss (just don’t miss)
We got youngin’s rollin' round banana clips
44 extended on they hips and they can’t wait to let it rip
If I was down bad on my ass tell me would you stay
If I was caught up in the jam tell me would you run away yea
What if I had me a hunnid mil
What if I had me a hunnid rounds
What if I really had bodies on me
What if I came up from underground
What if I died in a war zone (how long will they mourn me)
If I got locked up for petty crimes (how long will they scorn me)
What if I had me a hunnid mil
What if I had me a hunnid rounds
What if I really had bodies on me
What if I came up from underground
What if I died in a war zone (how long will they mourn me)
If I got locked up for petty crimes (how long will they scorn me)
Everybody wanna live a borin' ass life
An then they get borin' ass wife
But I ain’t trynna live (yah)
I’m trynna be alive
I ain’t live comfortable
I’m trynna to survive (yah)
I’m trynna actually do shit
Live my dream of music
Had a dream when I was a kid and I persued it
We all have dreams but y’all just to scared to do it
Got a good image but yall too afraid to lose it
Well imma quit bitchin' imma get to it
Y’all talkin' shit but y’all never been through it
Teachers ask what I wanna do and I say music
Teachers askin you and all your answers are confusing
Well I don’t know about you but I got places to go
I’m bout to go do a show
I ain’t moving slow
You know i’m only seventeen
Had a man talkin' to me about about a bigger dream
Finally got on the mic and people started hatin'
Well Imma make a couple mill before y’all graduation
Man y’all are so simple
I’m so complicated, underated
Every time they say my name they understate it
But I don’t care about haters man way to overrated
Mixing up lyrics in the kitchen then I bake it
I ain’t ever gonna front on my image I never fake it
What if I had me a hunnid mil
What if I had me a hunnid rounds
What if I really had bodies on me
What if I came up from underground
What if I died in a war zone (how long will they mourn me)
If I got locked up for petty crimes (how long will they scorn me)
What if I had me a hunnid mil
What if I had me a hunnid rounds
What if I really had bodies on me
What if I came up from underground
What if I died in a war zone (how long will they mourn me)
If I got locked up for petty crimes (how long will they scorn me)