| What if me chasing my dream |
| Is stories that I’m all alone? |
| What if I call on my friend |
| And nobody picks up the phone? |
| What if I’m destined to fail? |
| 'Cause failure’s all I ever known |
| What if I’m right? |
| But then again, what if I’m wrong? |
| Yeah |
| Decade in, I know the difference |
| Between the ones who love you and the ones who just love how you’re livin' |
| Just know your lows, you’ll weed 'em out |
| Ain’t no need to seek 'em out |
| Knowin' when to leave is what it’s really 'bout |
| I held onto things, that grip would ruin me |
| The price of living for what was instead of presently |
| What I do? Act more stupidly |
| Too many thinkin' my respect was somethin' duty-free |
| I got here carvin' out my heart and exposin' my soul |
| Never the one for chasin' clout and exploitin' my role |
| Livin' a life they’ll write a book about when I get old |
| You’ll disappear amongst the pages, maybe get a quote |
| Few were down to ride with me through wind and rain |
| But everybody comes around when it’s a sunny day |
| I don’t need everyone, promise I just need the real |
| 'Cause «what if? «s coulda killed me long ago, but here’s the deal |
| What if me chasing my dream |
| Is stories that I’m all alone? |
| What if I call on my friend |
| And nobody picks up the phone? |
| What if I’m destined to fail? |
| 'Cause failure’s all I ever known |
| What if I’m right? |
| But then again, what if I’m wrong? |
| Doubt could creep in any season, even at the top |
| Coulda broke me down to rubble, I remained a rock |
| I remember 'fore I got here they were throwin' stones |
| My sentiments to all that sediment that built a home |
| They abandoned, I was stranded, times I spent alone |
| Made me strong enough to walk the path that glory knows |
| Aftermath was hard to swallow for a couple souls |
| Coulda wallowed in my sorrow but I had to go |
| Once you’ve locked in that decision to go all in with it |
| There’s no time to think about how you wish it went different |
| In the game, you can’t concern yourself with who’s in scrimmage |
| So when I come for throats, please know it was strictly business |
| Wish that I could say the dream was all that I imagined |
| Some people lost along the way will turn the story tragic |
| Focus on the sleight of hand |
| Or focus on the magic |
| Matter of perspective, what if this was all supposed to happen? |
| What if me chasing my dream |
| Is stories that I’m all alone? |
| What if I call on my friend |
| And nobody picks up the phone? |
| What if I’m destined to fail? |
| 'Cause failure’s all I ever known |
| What if I’m right? |
| But then again, what if I’m wrong? |