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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
G-Eazy
Vocals
Gizzle
Vocals
Quincy Jones
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gerald Gillum
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Glenda Proby
Songwriter
Christoph Andersson
Songwriter
P. Diddy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Producer
Walter Halvorsen
Assistant Engineer
Johnathan Wright
Assistant Engineer
Jeffrey Ramirez
Assistant Engineer
Melissa Frank
Assistant Engineer
Chuma Nwokike
Assistant Engineer
Kyrill Bozhko
Assistant Engineer
Jake Smith
Assistant Engineer
Kory Welty
Assistant Engineer
Dakari
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
What if I had a hundred million dollars?
I'd fuck up some, fuck up some, fuck up some commas
What if I did fuck Madonna?
What if I had two bitches at once with no drama?
What if the whole world believed in Obama?
What if Bill Clinton had never got head?
Would we pay attention to real fuckin' issues instead?
What if Pac wasn't dead?
And the thunder and rain
What if it all was champagne?
If my momma was healthy?
Like, what if there wasn't no pain?
What if these rappers could actually find their own lane?
What if it wasn't the same? What if I did my own thing?
Really said fuck it, and went 'gainst the grain
What if the world was crazy
And we was the only ones sane?
I don't know, I'm just sayin'
Just some ideas I had on my brain
[Verse 2]
What if I couldn't lose?
What if you couldn't win?
What if you couldn't stop me?
What would you do then?
What would you do then?
What would you do?
What if I sold my soul?
What if I lost control?
What if I blew these ends?
What if I let it go?
What if I let it go?
What would you do?
[Verse 3]
What if you never grew up?
What if you never got old?
What if you never fell off?
And rappers who had it just never got cold?
What if it wasn't no cops?
What if it wasn't no haters?
What if the Super Bowl ever came back to the Raiders?
If Kobe woulda left the Lakers?
What if my homies was all livin' lavish?
Pockets and bellies the fattest
Enjoyin' all that we could manage?
What if we all took advantage of everything life had to hand us?
All lived in mansions, money for stashin'
All had unlimited credit transactions?
Sometimes I feel it can happen
If it's been imagined up in my head
What if the schools were free and we ain't have to pay for college?
What if the fake shit ain't get acknowledged?
What if snitches all stayed in silence?
What if instead of throwin' salt we traded guidance?
What if my smile was made of diamonds?
I don't know, but I'll let you know what my state of mind is
That's all
[Verse 4]
What if I couldn't lose?
What if you couldn't win?
What if you couldn't stop me?
What would you do then?
What would you do then?
What would you do?
What if I sold my soul?
What if I lost control?
What if I blew these ends?
What if I let it go?
What if I let it go?
What would you do?
[Verse 5]
What if the game didn't care I was white?
Would I still be sellin' out shows every night?
Would they all believe in the hype?
Regardless of image, I'm askin' would people still love me despite?
I'd still be right here in these shoes, 'cause I fit'em, I worked for this life, yeah
Three hundred and sixty five nights, eleven years straight
Let 'em debate
We finally broke through, but it's far worse to happen never than late
So settle it straight, I worked for years and studied the game
And respect for art will always come first, 'fore money and fame
What if I didn't grow up in the culture?
What if Gerald was really a vulture?
Wouldn't that be insane?
But fuck that shit though, it's not in my veins
What if the fake ones died
And only the real survived?
Who do you think would make it?
Take a look now, you might be surprised, uh
[Verse 6]
What if I couldn't lose?
What if you couldn't win?
What if you couldn't stop me?
What would you do then?
What would you do then?
What would you do?
What if I sold my soul?
What if I lost control?
What if I blew these ends?
What if I let it go?
What if I let it go?
What would you do?
Written by: Christoph Andersson, Gerald Gillum, Glenda Proby, Joshua Luellen