[Verse 1: Phora]

Yeah what if I met God, what would he say?

Would he love me like his child?

Would he look at me and turn away?

Would he be ashamed?

Cause I know I have my share of sins

I know I have my share of rules that I bent

Things that I've done, I'll regret as long as I live

I'm not proud of what I did

Damn, but lately I'm trying to make it right

Lately I'm trying to find myself through the pain

I've been looking for answers

So I've been praying every night

Yeah I'm praying every night, but I feel like I never get a reply

Feel like I'm always left asking myself why

Like why would my people feeling low, we get high

I'm just trying to get by

What if I got rich? What would I be?

Would I be the type that never break bread

And only look out for me?

My nigga don't you see? This shit was never for me

It was for the fam, but if I got rich

Would people start coming around

While plotting to take advantage of who I am

I'm learning to be a man, yeah but that really takes time

And I ain't really got patience dog

Too much shit up on my mind

Damn, but I'm really trying to cope with this shit

Drifting away from family, we ain't spoke in a bit

Guess it's cause I'm too proud to ask for help

So I just sit in my room and I ask myself, "What if?"

[Verse 2: Phora]

Yeah what if I blew up? You think I'd change?

Would I be faithful to the girl?

I wouldn't fuck with the groupies cause of the fame

There's no one else to blame

I know I've done wrong so many times

Responsible for all the tears coming from my eyes

I'm sick of myself, sick of the games and the lies

I just hate to see you cry

What if I went broke? Where would they go?

Would they all stick around to watch me fall

Or just disappear slow, man I don't really know

If I lost everything would they forget

What if I lost all of my money, all of these whips

All of the fame, all the people, all of my chips

Would they all just dip?

What if I didn't have music? Where would I be?

Shit honestly I'd probably be in the streets

Trying to hustle a G, G in the white of the green

Whatever you need, up in the A.M

Running the block with the fiends

Rolling around with a nine tucked in my jeans

And I'd probably end up like a "Boys in The Hood" scene

There's a better way to be

What if I met you? What would you think?

I just hope that I inspire you with every single word that I speak

If you got to know me

Well we probably ain't too different from each other

Why the world got to be so distant from each other?

What if we just learned to love and listened to each other

What if?