Imaginary

Mm-hmm
Shit for real, nigga
Shh

I ain't been havin' time for shit
Making sure my brothers rich
We was taught to stack this cash, we still buy all of kind of shit
Poppin' shit
He wanna fight, we offing shit
This that shit, can't copy this
Body shit
I think I might sign them niggas, we look hard, can't find them niggas
Walk out the bank wit' two-hundred, they wanna know how I'm coming
I got a drum in this bitch, I call it Draco the Drummer
Pull up on army shit
We give it to him, he want it
Walking in the store buying all the shit
Spilling my drink on a model bitch
They tryna see what's the car he in

I'm tryna hop on the Forbes list, he wanna beef, can't afford this
I was on tour when his man got hit, I'm getting tired of blowin' this shit
But if we catch 'em, we blowin' this shit
When I get lonely, she let me hit
We both slide, go get 'em hit
Them niggas mad, be broke as bitch
This shit ain't no imaginary, we made it out, barley
AMG and AP's, ain't nobody save me
We was trapped out daily
Elementary school, use to sell candy just to count up
My mama use to kick me out the house when I act up
Like, fuck that shit, we act up
Try us, we gon' act up
Fuck nigga, get yo' racks up
I really had to go find away
Jugg and finesse, ain't no other way
Free my dawg that's locked away
They wanna see me, I gotta get paid

I ain't been havin' time for shit
Making sure my brothers rich
We was taught to stack this cash, we still buy all of kind of shit
Poppin' shit
He wanna fight, we offing shit
This that shit, can't copy this
Body shit
I think I might sign them niggas, we look hard, can't find them niggas
Walk out the bank wit' two-hundred, they wanna know how I'm coming
I got a drum in this bitch, I call it Draco the Drummer
Pull up on army shit
We give it to him, he want it
Walking in the store buying all the shit
Spilling my drink on a model bitch
They tryna see what's the car he in



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Writer(s): Derek Mcallister, Sirod Mcdaniels, Keon Roane
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