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letra de what if? - rucci & rjmrla

[intro: rucci]
what if if was an if?
what if?
what if everybody was real, n0body was fake?
what if, like, it was no social media? what would you do?

[verse 1: rucci]
what if me and bro did a song right before he died?
what if ’03 was free and nipsey was alive?
what if me and what’s-his-name put our bullsh-t aside?
donny in jail, junior snitched, who gon’ carry the fire?
[chorus: rucci]
what if i never started rappin’ and my mama was broke?
what if i never got that call that my n-gga was gone?
what if i bought that big chain and didn’t buy me a home?
what if i said f-ck y’all ’cause i’m feelin’ alone?
ayy, what if if was a fifth or a pint of that drank?
what if i said, “f-ck rap, i’ma slide with the gang”?
buy a house in the hood, i’ll reside where i hang
ayy, what if i, what if you, what if we never met?
what if if was a blunt? i’ma smokе it to the neck
what if i wasn’t real and i ain’t carе about respect?

[verse 2: rucci]
they like, “rucci all in public, he don’t care”
knowin’ when i hit starbucks, them people gon’ stare
expensive locations i don’t never, ever share
expensive outfits i don’t never, ever wear (talk to ’em)
keep my royalties to myself, i just mind my business
i just love to be by myself, proud of how i’m livin’
put some racks up for my son ’cause he gon’ be gifted
motherf-ck gifted, he gon’ be great, he gon’ be that n-gga (ryder)
what if my little brother didn’t survive that headshot?
real sh-t, what if i didn’t have a step-pops?
i don’t say much, he taught me a lot and that’s the truth
what if bossman never picked me up and put me in that booth?
[chorus: rucci & rjmrla]
what if i never started rappin’ and my mama was broke?
what if i never got that call that my n-gga was gone?
what if i bought that big chain and didn’t buy me a home?
what if i said f-ck y’all ’cause i’m feelin’ alone?
ayy, what if if was a fifth or a pint of that drank?
what if i said, “f-ck rap, i’ma slide with the gang”?
buy a house in the hood, i’ll reside where i hang
ayy, what if i, what if you, what if we never met?
what if if was a blunt? i’ma smoke it to the neck (i’ma smoke it to the neck, to the neck)
what if i wasn’t real and i ain’t care about respect? (ayy)

[verse 3: rjmrla]
what if chops never knew mustard?
what if i ain’t have a pops that was a true hustler?
and i was in my old spot with some new customers
what if i got hit from them shots that just chewed the comforter?
what if god was to deny my entrance? (where i’m going?)
what if i die and i repeat? i’d end it (i’d be like, “rj, don’t put that in the air, n-gga, don’t, don’t be sayin’ all that”)
what if i get them season tickets courtside?
what if i’m sittin’ front row on award nights?
what if i blew up and we boosted my tour price?
fade back like boosie and i’d board flights
yeah, me and my k!llers
what if i ain’t have a platform? how i’m gon’ perform with my k!llers?
ayy, what if i ain’t have rap to help me let it go?
what if i ain’t have rap and i just got it off the floor?
what if i had the facts on how the homie got smoked?
what if i wasn’t black and i ain’t grow up poor?
n-gga, what if i had a dollar for every time i heard that?
[outro: rjmrla]
lil’ ma threw out a player and i never heard back
what if i never met the homies?
know, my n-gga mike, my n-gga kevin and sh-t
like, what if we never met slim, man?
what if slim was alive?
what if i ain’t have my brother to believe in me?
what if i ain’t have my kids to push me?
shoutout to all my dead homies
all the ones locked up
what it p-ssy wasn’t so good? would n-ggas be beefin’?
my favorite thing, that bro always wanted, like, to make sure that everybody good
you feel me?
or even before himself, he’d make sure, like, you feel me?
he’d make sure i’m good before he’d make sure he good
or just always checkin’ in on me, call me
feel me?
just make a n-gga feel like he, like, wanted
like, feel me? to be around and all that type of sh-t
that n-gga, like, real genuine when it come to, like, taking care of people and everybody
everybody go through sh-t
when you goin’ through somethin’ and stressed out, close your eyes for ten seconds and realize how blessed you is to be able to open them motherf-ckers

- rucci rjmrla

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