Jay Sneed - what if I told u

hook what if I told ya imma have all the glory what if told ya u only know half the story what if I told ya what if I told you stories about the old me what if I told you what if i told you turtle headin/ protectin my chest/bullet proof wit no helmet protectin my head/ siri do me googles/but I swear she connected to feds, bred 2 get bread/no yeast, least they would feast on my death, then seek retreat after I rose from that bed/the jesus of speakin evil/savior for the people, came back to save ya from these fools, who slack on the raps, hell u producers sleepin in beat school, u want beef,crack ya noodle, stir up the pot,and call it beef-o-roni-I got my fork n i'm hungry/the more that u 🔫 4 me/i'm pumpin shotgun shells-it's hell that im dumpin/leavin em slumped up wit clumps of the 🧠 shell dumped / how do I function u fuckin add dicts/always ass kick/ managing to sway the game with bullshit/n "swagger", duck punk, move dump pump those be the same assholes I slump hook do you not be seein this/ eyes so low/plead the fifth, fuck that i drink the fifth=piss on producers mic control so i drain on t riff/ rippin it out/-get a grip- pinchin me, pissin me off/dimwits mimic/these idiots timid,let it be war/dont mention me/ swingin swords/word whippin/ beating of sorts, sorta like if i resorted to torture/the sport of contortions/fast forward 2 fortunes/ tivo my life/4 missin the moments of my life/ coulda died/-a victim? shit i pick em up-drop em from unlivable heights/drain the life from u- like the sickle cell might hook #whatif? #Syla4ever #Sneed hook what if I told ya imma have all the glory what if told ya u only know half the story what if I told ya what if I told you stories about the old me what if I told you what if intold you m turtle headin/ protectin my chest/bullet proof wit no helmet protectin my head/ siri do me googles/but I swear she connected to feds, bred 2 get bread/no yeast, least they would feast on my death, then seek retreat after I rose from that bed/the jesus of speakin evil/savior for the people, came back to save ya from these fools, who slack on the raps, hell u producers sleepin in beat school, u want beef,crack ya noodle, stir up the pot,and call it beef-o-roni-I got my fork n i'm hungry/the more that u gLiuun 4 me/i'm pumpin shotgun shells-it's hell that im dumpin/leavin em slumped up wit clumps of the brain shell dumped / how do I function u fuckin add dicts/always ass kiss/ managing to sway the game with bullshit/n "swagger", duck punk, move dump pump those be the same assholes I slump do you not be seein this/ eyes so low/plead the fifth, fuck that i drink the fifth=piss on producers mic control so i drain on t riff/ rippin it out/-get a grip- pinchin me, pissin me off/dimwits mimic/these idiots timid,let it be war/dont mention me/ swingin swords/word whippin/ beating of sorts, sorta like if i resorted to torture/the sport of contortions/fast forward 2 fortunes/ tivo my life/4 missin the moments of life/ coulda died/-a victim? shit i pick em up-drop em from unlivable heights/drain the life from u- like the sickle cell might