Trademarc - If it All Ended Tomorrow lyrics

[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 I pile a 150 outta town, ain't nobody around Im in the back seat breakin it down My love has been a bad streak dawg lately I found Our press made us turn the radio down But God bless 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 Watin patiently to do the 6-foot Sand 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 that baddest or cool Just a big fish caught up in the shallowish pool Not a big name playa, in fact it's true Never would have been sh** without the cats he knew He got lucky rode the coattails of everyone's fame In two weeks ain't nobody gon' rememba his name f** 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 what you say when I'm gone What now? [Chorus: John Cena] [Verse 2: John Cena] I want y'all to feel the wound, its the truth in my words I been quiet for too long, the truth should be heard It was a while back, 10:20 in the morn' Cat showed up on my lawn in a rugged uniform Unexpected, there's a knock on my door I met this fool in the club, I don' see him before Open to greet him, but the second he sees me His eyes buckle, his voice is uneasy But it's cool, I didn't even catch it at first I check his shoulder, homie's rockin a purse Now I know something's tricky, but I'm already sittin down Homie pipes up, you should hear what he's spittin out Says I've been sleepin wit his wifey And he ain't the type of cat to take that sh** lightly I made a move and he told me homie wait Reached in his purse pulled a chrome 38 He asked me if I'm ready to die Said he was gonna blow my brains all over the sky Said he was leavin the country, and he was straight with the pa**ports co*ked the hammer, I'm thinkin my last thoughts I'm in a bad way, nothin could save this I close my eyes hopin it's painless Just waitin for the sound, ready to swallow too But homie havin trouble with his follow through By a miracle, I avoid the chalk ground Homie's confused, he just wanna be talked down His wife is sleepin through town and he knew it Picked me outta the crowd but couldn't do it He Squashed it, and as he's walkin away I realize life is short so I'm markin the day Now it's full speed ahead, I'll rest when I'm dead And I could give a f** what the next man said I live how I wanna live Buy what I wanna buy Do what I wanna do Try What I wanna try Fear nothin, take chances Not afraid to fail, always makin advances So when I ride on the Grim Reaper Highway No regrets b**h, I did it my way Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus: John Cena]