letra de imagine that - omg shaun
uh…
could you imagine that?
i’m 17, but feelin’ like i’m 23 with h-lla’ dreams; i’m getting after that
they know quick pump a n—a like a nerd havin’ a asthma attack
that’s me and my lil’ brotha’
know he blasting back, imagine that
hungry for this money, chubby kid, no apple jacks, so we ain’t never crackin’ back
i could eat this beat forever, but that’s really past the fact
do this with no sweat up on me, like the way im spazzin’ that
they saying he hard
i spit raw sh-t, god sh-t, that sh-t that send you to the er
i open up the doors for all my n—-s with no keycards
we finna eat…
you either k!ll or you be k!lled; it ain’t no in between
i guarantee my n—-s eating; that’s by any means
these n—-s fake, they really not who they pretend to be
i gotta save my energy, tendency, fill a cup full a hennesy, we ain’t blood, you ain’t kin to me
huh
middle finger to my father, i jus dont got no sympthy, huh
and now i’m-
now i’m on the rise, my haters tryna’ get rid of me, i’m like “oh, is you kidding me?”
and my flow is so childish, but i guess that’s the kid in me, huh
looking at the beat; he’s looking back like “you rippin’ me up.”
probably got a verse for every threat they be sendin’ me, huh
if i cut you off, i know it probably was meant to be
[slang]
as i’m riding through my city like the kid in charge, i can tell between the real and fake and i ain’t feelin’ y’all
[and i ain’t feelin’ y’all, $haundo]
could you imagine that?
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could you imagine that?
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could you imagine that?
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could you imagine that?
yeah
could you imagine that
i’m gettng elevated
already 2021, and we still segregated
and rip, to m03, yo’ city devastated
so i’m the kid who’s finna step up
gotta pick it up where you left off and pump my chest up
even though sometimes i may fall off and i may mess up
i’ma always stand up on my feet, i know im next up
why they hatin’ on me? gotta get em’ off my left nut
even my own partnas envy of me, so i gotta pull my tech up
probably ‘cuz they shawty tryna pull up with the best cut
tunnel vision, never mesh up
we them n—-s in the field, and you don’t wanna test us
i’m that n—a, keep it real, don’t needa boost my rep up
i know too much n—-s starving, i can’t ever rest up
and i thank the people with me, pray to god y’all bless up
when i’m up, i won’t forget the ones who never left us
lookin’ at you like a stane, so get more than ketchup
if the 5.0 get behind me, they gon’ try to catch up
i appreciate the ones who stayed in touch and kept up
soon we’ll all be sleepin’ on the ones who went and slept us
nappy-headed n—a, wait until i get a fresh cut
now, they tryna’ sweat us, tell them hoes to let up
[slang]
as i’m riding through my city, like the kid in charge, i can tell between the real and fake and i ain’t feelin’ y’all
[and i ain’t feelin’ y’all, $haundo]
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