Imagine
Take me to my place up in a mansion lookin' at the sky, man, I'm so damaged
Thinkin' bout' all the times I was strugglin' with my family
Take me to my place up in a mansion lookin' at the sky, man, I'm so damaged
Thinkin' bout' all the times I was strugglin' with my family
Catch me on the road with my niggas, we gettin' paid, bitch
Thought she was gon' be the one to be with me while I blow
Bussin' with two nine's and two dracs out the tahoe, fuck on that neighborhood coochie, that ain't my hoe
If me and her ain't chasin' no bread, I'ma just go
I ain't finna trip over no bitch, that ain't my hoe
I don't even need to pop a perky just to run a drill
Catch me on the west with my niggas, tryna stack a mill
Lost my nigga Zae, he up in heaven, had to say a grace
Now he lookin' down with his family, he in a better place
Long live my nigga Zae, I think about it every day
Pops got shot when he was younger, so he always in his lane
By the way he freestyle on the beats, he was a goat
High as fuck off the wocky, I'm always in my zone
Sippin' on patron, mix it with henny, pour it for my bro
That nigga rappin' bout' all these killings, he ain't touch his soul
Chillin' with my nigga P, we match some P's just to fall asleep
Rob a nigga outta his cheese, he was sayin' please
Nigga try to inbox me about his girl, control your hoe
Catch me on the road with my killas, bitch, we train to blow
Taught you how to spin a big body, you better reload that hoe
Chillin' in a beamer with some creamas, smoking GG4
Told my nigga put on his mask, and watch the cameras foe
If we on a high speed dash and I crash, hit the dash
Cause I ain't never holdin' back, all my life that's a fact
All my niggas, we on the grind, gettin' to all this dough
DMB, dirty money boys, bitch, I scream with my soul
1320 on deck, 616, that's my code
Tell my cousin stop doin' crack, cause it's fuckin' up your soul
Take me to my place up in a mansion lookin' at the sky, man, I'm so damaged
Thinkin' bout' all the times I was strugglin' with my family
Catch me on the road with my niggas, we gettin' paid, bitch
Thought she was gon' be the one to be with me while I blow
Bussin' with two nine's and two dracs out the tahoe, fuck on that neighborhood coochie, that ain't my hoe
If me and her ain't chasin' no bread, I'ma just go
Thinkin' bout' all the times I was strugglin' with my family
Take me to my place up in a mansion lookin' at the sky, man, I'm so damaged
Thinkin' bout' all the times I was strugglin' with my family
Catch me on the road with my niggas, we gettin' paid, bitch
Thought she was gon' be the one to be with me while I blow
Bussin' with two nine's and two dracs out the tahoe, fuck on that neighborhood coochie, that ain't my hoe
If me and her ain't chasin' no bread, I'ma just go
I ain't finna trip over no bitch, that ain't my hoe
I don't even need to pop a perky just to run a drill
Catch me on the west with my niggas, tryna stack a mill
Lost my nigga Zae, he up in heaven, had to say a grace
Now he lookin' down with his family, he in a better place
Long live my nigga Zae, I think about it every day
Pops got shot when he was younger, so he always in his lane
By the way he freestyle on the beats, he was a goat
High as fuck off the wocky, I'm always in my zone
Sippin' on patron, mix it with henny, pour it for my bro
That nigga rappin' bout' all these killings, he ain't touch his soul
Chillin' with my nigga P, we match some P's just to fall asleep
Rob a nigga outta his cheese, he was sayin' please
Nigga try to inbox me about his girl, control your hoe
Catch me on the road with my killas, bitch, we train to blow
Taught you how to spin a big body, you better reload that hoe
Chillin' in a beamer with some creamas, smoking GG4
Told my nigga put on his mask, and watch the cameras foe
If we on a high speed dash and I crash, hit the dash
Cause I ain't never holdin' back, all my life that's a fact
All my niggas, we on the grind, gettin' to all this dough
DMB, dirty money boys, bitch, I scream with my soul
1320 on deck, 616, that's my code
Tell my cousin stop doin' crack, cause it's fuckin' up your soul
Take me to my place up in a mansion lookin' at the sky, man, I'm so damaged
Thinkin' bout' all the times I was strugglin' with my family
Catch me on the road with my niggas, we gettin' paid, bitch
Thought she was gon' be the one to be with me while I blow
Bussin' with two nine's and two dracs out the tahoe, fuck on that neighborhood coochie, that ain't my hoe
If me and her ain't chasin' no bread, I'ma just go
Credits
Writer(s): John Calderon Sosa
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