"If I Died Today" lyrics
Y.D.O.T. Lyrics
If I died today, I wouldn't regret nuttin'
And this tune's dedicated to you
You sitting right there, listening to this tune
You understand?
If I died today, would you miss me?
Would you come to my funeral, kiss me?
Would you pour some liquor to remember this nigga?
If you heard I got shot like 50
If my life came to an end swiftly
Would my talent remain? It's a mystery
Will you chill with the haters that diss me?
Or remember my name like it's in history
Talking whispers, shouting, conversatin'
About Dot, they can't live without it
Everyone brings up who got badded
But really there's nothing impressive about it
I ain't got time to be hyping the talk I ain't liking
And I'll get aggressive about it
If I died today, would you chill with the haters that diss me?
It's most likely, I wouldn't doubt it
But the fact is, I ain't dead yet
Every obstacle that came my way, I got around it
They made me think I couldn't, I found it
But they'd rather see me sink to the bottom like I'm drownin'
A lot of people wanna doubt me
Make me think to stop
But my judgement, you can't cloud it
Firing or catching me that's stupid
You could be infernal with your flame
I'll still out it
If I died today, would you miss me?
Would you come to my funeral, kiss me?
Would you pour some liquor to remember this nigga?
If you heard I got shot like 50
If my life came to an end swiftly
Would my talent remain? It's a mystery
Will you chill with the haters that diss me?
Or remember my name like it's in history
If you heard rumours that I died from a gunshot
I guarantee that you wouldn't give two shits
You wouldn't walk on road looking for the yout who killed me on a hype
Strapped up with two clips
You would sit with my haters, laughing, having a blast
Keeping the rumours exclusive
You wouldn't care how my fam or my brothers felt
When they heard "someone duppied off Euston"
You'd celebrate the fact someone would do this
Even if it was your bredrin, I guarantee you snake me
Like I was Jesus and you were Judas
Telling all your friends why, that was useless
And the truth is
You didn't like me since you heard I was moving with a strap ruthless
And when you heard I did music you prayed for my downfall
And should I get shot by the shooters
If I died today, would you miss me?
Would you come to my funeral, kiss me?
Would you pour some liquor to remember this nigga?
If you heard I got shot like 50
If my life came to an end swiftly
Would my talent remain? It's a mystery
Will you chill with the haters that diss me?
Or remember my name like it's in history
If you heard rumours that I died from a gunshot
Would you put R.I.P Young Dot on one top? (No!)
You wouldn't care, not by a long shot
You talk about what happened to me, you're on top
If I died today, you'd curse my name non-stop
You wouldn't let me rest in peace
When I started doing this, my stress increased
Shotting for money, my interest increased
I ain't impressed with the fact that I ain't bussed yet
And major labels invest in neeks
And the neeks ain't got no haters
But Dot has to walk with a Teflon vest on street
I got boys that I don't know cursing me
On road, I've got haters testing me
If I died, I'd die with a screwface
I'd think of my fam and my fans who are pissed with me
And this tune's dedicated to you
You sitting right there, listening to this tune
You understand?
If I died today, would you miss me?
Would you come to my funeral, kiss me?
Would you pour some liquor to remember this nigga?
If you heard I got shot like 50
If my life came to an end swiftly
Would my talent remain? It's a mystery
Will you chill with the haters that diss me?
Or remember my name like it's in history
Talking whispers, shouting, conversatin'
About Dot, they can't live without it
Everyone brings up who got badded
But really there's nothing impressive about it
I ain't got time to be hyping the talk I ain't liking
And I'll get aggressive about it
If I died today, would you chill with the haters that diss me?
It's most likely, I wouldn't doubt it
But the fact is, I ain't dead yet
Every obstacle that came my way, I got around it
They made me think I couldn't, I found it
But they'd rather see me sink to the bottom like I'm drownin'
A lot of people wanna doubt me
Make me think to stop
But my judgement, you can't cloud it
Firing or catching me that's stupid
You could be infernal with your flame
I'll still out it
If I died today, would you miss me?
Would you come to my funeral, kiss me?
Would you pour some liquor to remember this nigga?
If you heard I got shot like 50
If my life came to an end swiftly
Would my talent remain? It's a mystery
Will you chill with the haters that diss me?
Or remember my name like it's in history
If you heard rumours that I died from a gunshot
I guarantee that you wouldn't give two shits
You wouldn't walk on road looking for the yout who killed me on a hype
Strapped up with two clips
You would sit with my haters, laughing, having a blast
Keeping the rumours exclusive
You wouldn't care how my fam or my brothers felt
When they heard "someone duppied off Euston"
You'd celebrate the fact someone would do this
Even if it was your bredrin, I guarantee you snake me
Like I was Jesus and you were Judas
Telling all your friends why, that was useless
And the truth is
You didn't like me since you heard I was moving with a strap ruthless
And when you heard I did music you prayed for my downfall
And should I get shot by the shooters
If I died today, would you miss me?
Would you come to my funeral, kiss me?
Would you pour some liquor to remember this nigga?
If you heard I got shot like 50
If my life came to an end swiftly
Would my talent remain? It's a mystery
Will you chill with the haters that diss me?
Or remember my name like it's in history
If you heard rumours that I died from a gunshot
Would you put R.I.P Young Dot on one top? (No!)
You wouldn't care, not by a long shot
You talk about what happened to me, you're on top
If I died today, you'd curse my name non-stop
You wouldn't let me rest in peace
When I started doing this, my stress increased
Shotting for money, my interest increased
I ain't impressed with the fact that I ain't bussed yet
And major labels invest in neeks
And the neeks ain't got no haters
But Dot has to walk with a Teflon vest on street
I got boys that I don't know cursing me
On road, I've got haters testing me
If I died, I'd die with a screwface
I'd think of my fam and my fans who are pissed with me
