What If It Was Me

Album: The Storm (2016)
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  • Free your mind, and remember
    Winners are not people who never fail
    But people who never quit
    All I ever wanted was to sell
    Records to the people make a lot of mil', yessir
    Rap to me, it was the holy grail
    I'm gonna go and do it, I'm never gonna fail
    Yeah, but first I gotta make it out of Hell

    Wake up and I see crime
    All of us we on it's eat time
    My homies love me yelling "Peace N9ne"
    At the same time, throwing B signs
    Throwing 'em back and repping the street, I'm
    Doing music and I'm writing beast rhymes
    But my V-Slimes, had no weak minds
    Got with the music, started a group and we shine
    Music gave us hella hope
    Made it up out of the bangin' and sellin' dope
    We were stronger than a bottle of Yoke
    'Till one of our members found a kid to grope
    Then your honor gave the peddy the rope
    Losing a man, the band began to slope
    Never did think a plan was damned to croak
    So doing it solo-dolo stands the G.O.A.T
    Started making hella LP's
    2000, all the way to five, felt free
    Because of the hand the label dealt me
    But in '06 Fontana helped us melt cheese
    Number one independent gonna be spending a ton of funds, in a minute
    That's when the government want the sums, then I send it
    In a couple of months I'm done and replenished

    Everywhere I go, I'm selling out the show
    Around the world I kill 'em and everybody know
    Whenever we hit the studio and Tecca Nina drop, hot
    Even though I will go toe to toe if somebody bang on me
    But I'm rolling in the dough and I'm really respected and protected
    Chances of me getting shot, not

    Everyone loving the Tech
    Publishin', I get a check
    Loving the cities that with me, the people that call me the best
    I don't have any regret, but it's a bit of neglect
    Missing my babies I love 'em and none of 'em leaving me yet
    Feeling good like a villain should
    In a mansion, but I'm still in hoods
    Not like Trayvon, J's on
    Khaki shorts with a red tee like I will and could
    I can conceal it my permits say
    If evil happens to swerve this way
    Hope nobody deserves quick spray
    I feel an angelic surge this day
    They feeling my songs
    Been doing it long
    They want me to sell 'em my CD right outta my home
    'Cause I'm in the zone
    I'm putting 'em on in front of the store when a couple of police won't leave me alone
    Why they tripping?
    I fit the description
    It's two of them rushing me I'm on a solo mission
    To get people to listen, but they pushing and kicking me
    I'm on the ground when they telling me, "Cause of a gun suspicion"
    It was in my pocket, ain't trying pop it
    When they scared of a brother with a gun no one can stop it
    Then one of 'em lost it, and then I was shot quick
    Officers took me to heaven, I'm dead and with multiple rockets
    Didn't matter I was good and living inside a mansion next to ball players
    'Cause of the move he made was drastic now I lay in a casket carried by my pallbearers
    Fears what I see, making 'em kill a G
    Rotten apple in the batch; don't tell the rest to flee
    This happened in Baton, R-O-U-G-E, even I fit the description
    What if it was me?

    What if it was me
    What if I never got the one chance to be
    Everything and everywhere I go, I wouldn't see
    If by your hand you took that from me
    But what if it were me?
    Laying right there
    I'll never get up again, it's so unfair
    My babies cry out
    You never cared
    Things that we do make each other so scared
    So what if it was you there?
    (Should I just) Take your life
    (Should I bust) Make your wife widowed, withered, hugging the pillow
    The scent of you still on her
    Spirit she feels on her
    The whole world weeps
    Blood we all spill on her
    And I know, it's ill will, the pill's hard to swallow
    How should I feel when I'm being followed (followed)
    By the words that you say to me? (Crazy)
    And you saved my life, take my life

    I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, Crips, Bloods with sore fists
    I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, Crips, Bloods with sore fists
    I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, Crips, Bloods with sore fists
    I gotta fight, all of the night with cops, Crips, Bloods with sore fists and them Nazis Writer/s: AARON YATES, FREEK VAN WORKUM, NICK LUSCOMBE
    Publisher: PRINCESS LOLA MUSIC LLC, Royalty Solutions Corp
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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