[Chorus: John Cena]
What would you do if it all ended tomorrow?
Time runnin' out, ain't no more you can borrow
So many paths, which one you gonna follow?
What would you do if it all ended tomorrow?
What would you do if it all ended tomorrow?
Time runnin' out, ain't no more you can borrow
So many paths, which one you gonna follow?
What would you do? What would you do?
[Verse 1: Tha Trademarc]
Uh, this is how it go down
I have the black-pound-silence so it don't make sound
About a 150 outta town, ain't nobody around
I'm in the back seat breakin' it down
My love has been a bad streak dawg
Lately, I found our par press made us turn the radio down
Regardless, now they talkin' 'bout layin' me down
Now they on about shovels in the weight of the ground
What now?
Preachin' on the way that they handle thing
Waitin' patiently to do the 6-foot same thing
Now, so I take a second look at my life
I made too many mistakes that I just couldn't make right
Should've been more focused than I take things light
When I'm gone this is what y'all will say I was like
An arrogant fool, no, not the baddest or cool
Just a big fish caught up in the shallowest pool
Not a big name playa, the fact is true
Never woulda been shit without the cats he knew
He got lucky, rode the coattails of everyone's fame
In two weeks ain't nobody gon' remember his name
Fuck it
I'm ready to go, I done made records
Made monetary off of the flow
More importantly though, I proved everyone wrong
It's all over regardless of what you say when I'm gone
What now?
What would you do if it all ended tomorrow?
Time runnin' out, ain't no more you can borrow
So many paths, which one you gonna follow?
What would you do if it all ended tomorrow?
What would you do if it all ended tomorrow?
Time runnin' out, ain't no more you can borrow
So many paths, which one you gonna follow?
What would you do? What would you do?
[Verse 1: Tha Trademarc]
Uh, this is how it go down
I have the black-pound-silence so it don't make sound
About a 150 outta town, ain't nobody around
I'm in the back seat breakin' it down
My love has been a bad streak dawg
Lately, I found our par press made us turn the radio down
Regardless, now they talkin' 'bout layin' me down
Now they on about shovels in the weight of the ground
What now?
Preachin' on the way that they handle thing
Waitin' patiently to do the 6-foot same thing
Now, so I take a second look at my life
I made too many mistakes that I just couldn't make right
Should've been more focused than I take things light
When I'm gone this is what y'all will say I was like
An arrogant fool, no, not the baddest or cool
Just a big fish caught up in the shallowest pool
Not a big name playa, the fact is true
Never woulda been shit without the cats he knew
He got lucky, rode the coattails of everyone's fame
In two weeks ain't nobody gon' remember his name
Fuck it
I'm ready to go, I done made records
Made monetary off of the flow
More importantly though, I proved everyone wrong
It's all over regardless of what you say when I'm gone
What now?
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