What Would I Be Lyrics - Living Legends

No diamonds would be bought by this man 

If I took a lucky strike and hit the jackpot 

Would I rot in hell or prosper cottontail the offer 

Or just plot to tell the officer 

Of the demons in the missions that I've been in 

Let us keep continuing, say the bank account was millions 

And I lived in a sky scraping building with high ceilings 

Would I fall to the bottom where the serpent catches prey 

In the form of spending money frivolous each and every day? 

Would I give it to the homeless or go buy a house in the bay? 

I know, I'd pay my mama's mortgage, helping out the family 

Take it to the next century, build a solid foundation beneath me 

I don't think, I'd be stupid with it 

I'd just handle it generously 

Curiosity killed the cat, just think about that 

When you got the fat stacks 

Take it to the next century, and can't find your way back 

Bottom line is music is my number one 

And nothing made of paper can cut through my vapor 

Vibrations stabilize my able eyes 

Who would I be with money? 

What would I do? 

Would I stay true? 

Who wants to be a millionaire? Me 

Is that your final answer? I'm pretty sure it might be 

Matter a fact, the fatter the stack 

The more likely to see us ahead of the pack like fleas 

Get a house, pay my debts, and my spouse, and my mom's 

A couple of cars that run the college fund 

Fix my teeth, lace my peeps, fulfill the dreams that 

Made this beat, it'll be strange at first I think, but I'll adjust fine 

Make my money worth my time and all of us shine 

Invest in my friends' success, independent 

I'm blessed to still be in my skin so stop trippin' 

Would, if I could but we're good so we can't, no matter 

How ugly, of a picture its paint 

Leave a stain with my small frame 

Ain't got a damn thang 

Nothin' to lose and everything to gain 

Who would I be with money? 

What would I do? 

Would I stay true? 

Who would I be with money? 

What would I do? 

Would I stay true? 

Now if you literally had a million in the bank 

Who would you thank? Would you do crank? 

How would you paint a picture to fit the dreams 

You dreamt your whole life? 

Exempt from old strife, would you know pain's name anymore? 

You came in the door with just a shirt on 

Now you have a name brand suit to kick dirt on 

Word on the street's, you keep the cash on you 

East of California, peeps they flash on ya 

Bodyguards for yards and autographs for days 

A lot of laughs and lays, I wouldn't pass I'd play 

Looking glass my way and I can see futures 

Powerful business and little Grouch juniors 

Figure out sooner, not later how major 

Plug yourself in as a player, cry later 

I'll take my advance now, spend it on a chance to just that 

Not a chain to enhance style when my homies are broke 

You most be lonely, no folks, or just a joke 

Who would I be with money? 

What would I do? 

Would I stay true? 

Who would I be with money? 

What would I do? 

Would I stay true? 

If you're in the search of the treasure, walkin' pathways of pleasure 

And pain is the only way to gain a thang 

You can count on me to remain the same 

Maintain, see I'm here to only lace your brain with game 

Sustain finances, substantially growin' annually 

Residuals for individuals who plan to be rich instead of diggin' a ditch 

No way a felon, so listen closely to everything I'm sellin' 

If that's what it's all about, chasin' the fame and clout 

Listen, your first mission is just to turn the party out 

Be sure to keep writin' flows, providing exciting shows 

For all those in attendance bear witness to every sentence 

Keep dodging opposition and remember to stay focused 

Form like locus on hopeless, forever displaying dopeness 

And hope this encourages all to get up off they asses 

Passes to the masses before the scene collapses 

The fact is we need more support from our sport 

Of course I soar because I pour it with force 

Who would I be with money? 

What would I do? 

Would I stay true?