| No diamonds would be bought by this man
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| If I took a lucky strike and hit the jackpot
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| Would I rot in hell or prosper?
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| Cottontail the offer
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| Or just plot to tell the officer
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| Demons in the missions that I’ve been in
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| Let us keep continuing
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| Say the bank account was millions
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| And I lived in a skyscraping building with tall ceilings
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| Would I fall to the bottom where the serpent catches prey
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| In the form of spending money frivolous each and every day?
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| Would I give it out to the homeless or go buy a house in the Bay?
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| I know I’d pay my mama’s mortgage, helping out the family
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| Take it to the next century, build a solid foundation beneath me
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| I don’t think I’d be stupid with it, I’d just handle it generously
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| Curiosity killed the cat
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| Just think about that when you got the fat stacks
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| And can’t find your way back
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| Bottom line is music is my number one
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| And nothing made of paper can cut through my vapor
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| Vibrations stabilize my able eyes
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| Who would I be with money?
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| What would I do?
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| Would I stay true?
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| Who wants to be a millionaire? |
| Me!
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| Is that your final answer? |
| I’m pretty sure it might be
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| Matter a fact, the fatter the stack
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| The more likely to see us ahead of the pack like fleas
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| Get a house, pay my debts, and my spouse
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| And my Moms, a couple of cars that run the college fund
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| Fix my teeth, lace my peeps, fulfill the dreams that made this beat
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| It’ll be strange at first I think, but I’ll adjust fine
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| Make my money worth my time and all of us shine
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| Invest in my friends' success, independent
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| I’m blessed to still be in my skin so quit trippin'
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| Would if I could but we’re good so we can’t
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| No matter how ugly of a picture its paint
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| Leave a stain with my small frame
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| Ain’t got a damn thang
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| Nothin' to lose and everything to gain
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| Now if you literally had a million in the bank
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| Who would you thank? |
| Would you do crank?
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| How would you paint
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| A picture to fit the dreams you dreamt your whole life?
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| Exempt from old strife
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| Would you know pain’s name anymore?
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| You came in the door with just a shirt on
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| Now you have a name brand suit to kick dirt on
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| Word on the street’s you keep the cash on you
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| East of California, peeps they flash on ya
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| Bodyguards for yards and autographs for days
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| A lot of laughs and lays, I wouldn’t pass I’d play
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| Looking glass my way and I can see futures
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| Powerful business and little Grouch juniors
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| Figure out sooner not later how major
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| Plug yourself in as a player, cry later
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| I’ll take my advance now, spend it on a chance to do just that
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| Not a chain to enhance style when my homies are broke
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| You most be lonely, no folks, or just a joke
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| If you’re in the search of the treasure
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| Walkin' pathways of pleasure
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| And pain is the only way to gain a thang
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| You can count on me to remain the same
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| Maintain, see I’m here to only lace your brain with game
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| Sustain finances substantially growin' annually
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| Residuals for individuals who plan to be rich
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| Instead of diggin' a ditch
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| No way a felon, so listen closely to everything I’m sellin'
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| If that’s what it’s all about
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| Chasin' the fame and clout
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| Listen, your first mission is just to turn the party out
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| Be sure to keep writin' flows, providing exciting shows
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| For all those in attendance
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| Bear witness to every sentence
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| Keep dodging opposition and remember to stay focused
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| Form like locus on hopeless, forever displaying dopeness
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| And hope this encourages all to get up off they asses
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| Passes to the masses
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| Before the scene collapses
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| The fact is we need more support from our sport
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| Of course I soar because I pour it with force |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Would I Be, artist - Living Legends. Album song Almost Famous, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп