Giving our hearts to one another
What if I wasn't doing this shit I'm doing, man? (Loving each other)
I always, I think about it all the time, like (Every day, uh)
What else would I be doing, you know? (I wonder)
What if I wasn't rapping, how would life be for me? (I wonder)
What if I wasn't acting, would that actress want me? (I wonder)
What if we wasn't trapping, would I got them Jordans? (Hmm)
What if I died that night and they found out that morning? (Damn)
I'm saying, what if hate was really what love is? (Uh)
What if we stayed sober when we found out what drugs did?
What if my mother never met my pops? (Imagine)
What if I set up shop? (Imagine)
Middle fingers up as I watch the cops (Fuck 'em)
Passing by, knowing they can't stop us (At all)
What if I took all the homeless niggas off the street and I fed 'em lobster? (Come on)
What if John Gotti was never mobster?
What if I wrote a book that sold more copies than Harry Potter?
Like what if Esco woulda never signed me? (Imagine)
What if I never got shot 'cause I was somewhere rhymin'? (Rappin')
What if Shooter never, ever took a sip of Henny? ('Ooter)
What if I was robbin' Macy's and them JC Pennies? (Remember)
What if when the phones dropped, mama ain't pay for pennies? (Damn)
What if I ain't had that five when I ate at Blimpie's? (Blimpie's)
Dutch Masters, two for ten, shit, we would make them skinny (Roll it up)
What if Roc Nation signed me? I work great with Lenny (My nigga)
If you my brother and we broke, shit, I'll break a penny (Fifty-fifty)
All summer, sneakers, might be straight Balenci', I do big Givenchy (Oof)
Lawyer know my cases iffy, if I play, they get me (Damn)
Kairi, Kobi, still come kiss me 'til I'm ill and stiffy (Mwah)
Mami grindin' in my lap, I know she feel the city (She feel that)
Down high end dolphin, family, I know Philly feel me
Situate my daughters just in case they really, nah
If you speak it to existence, it can really happen
Independent now, it feel good, I can get my masters (Mine)
God blessed me with a gift, this shit been really tragic
I told my mom I fill a million before I fill a casket (On my mama)
I told my mom I fill a million before I fill a casket
Count this shit every night, nigga
Every morning when I wake up (Uh)
This for my moms
Told my mom I fill a million before I fill a casket
Dead broke
See me in the club, I probably got my ratchet
Like a model and I like them ratchet (Ratchet)
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Rollin'
Yeah
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