What If - Fresco Trey, MIC

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)