Imagine lyrics

by

Fabolous


[Verse 1]
I don't sh*t they never seen, the f*ck do you mean? (huh?)
Blue strips on all the cheese, I want me some green (I want it)
I want hoes all in my socks, my shirt and my jeans (ah)
Harlem n*gga but I always got that love for Queens (Queens)
Put the bullsh*t to the side, on my momma, it's that time, my n*gga (time)
You ain't talking 'bout moving forward, nevermind, my n*gga
I'm timeless, n*gga (timeless), make it hard to find that n*gga (ah)
I ain't trying to rap like Nas and I don't rhyme like Jigga (at all)
And they know that, pop up every Thursday like a throwback
I did it for the culture, where my locs at? (dirt gang)
Far as the street sh*t up in these labels, we control that (we got it)
Bully out the jail, won't let 'em go back, shooter'll still throw that
sh*t ain't been the same since I did the cover with Kodak
Did a verse for Esco, he couldn't believe I wrote that
My uncle was a crackhead, ain't wanna believe he smoked that
Me and Pooch fought, but I love him, I hope he knew that
I ain't even know homie shot me until he passed
I honestly want his life back, help us f*ck up this cash
Too violent, my past, my pockets was filled with bags (bags)
A street n*gga for a dad, it's politics on the Ave'
Used to pack vanillas, trapped with killers, might pop a black gorilla
When they feel like you really been through it, they gon' have to feel that

[Chorus]
Live or died for the block, I seen my homie get shot
You ain't never witness the sh*t we witnessed, n*gga, stop
Detective was on us, imagine me talking to cops (imagine)
Wasn't always famous, imagine we walking your block (imagine)
I know how it feel to be broke (feel to be broke)
No product, smokers still buying soap, I remember, n*gga
Big Glock, kept it, still in my coat (big Glock)
Got the most to say, but still n*ggas broke, I remember, n*gga
[Verse 2]
Me and a couple homies took a oath (oath), never broke the code (never)
Winter time, south of Florida, just 'cause I hate the cold (Miami)
My homie said he apologised, he ain't make my show
Gave him 25, he appealed it, hoping he make parole (my n*gga)
This sh*t be funny, hope you understand these politics (understand)
If rap don't work, I'm on the turnpike, trying to make powder flip
Me and my closest n*ggas on a jet, that's a private trip
Talking how these n*ggas still corny wearing designer sh*t (lames)
That Gucci ain't gon' get you that pus*y (nah)
That Fendi ain't gon' work as fast as the Henny (nah)
Talking 'bout bags, rental planning (planning)
Just know that cash come with envy, goofies be acting too silly (goofy)
I used to bag up, get busy, now every rap, know that they feel me
We live life (don)

[Chorus]
Live or died for the block, I seen my homie get shot
You ain't never witness the sh*t we witnessed, n*gga, stop
Detective was on us, imagine me talking to cops (imagine)
Wasn't always famous, imagine we walking your block (imagine)
I know how it feel to be broke (feel to be broke)
No product, smokers still buying soap, I remember, n*gga
Big Glock, kept it, still in my coat (big Glock)
Got the most to say, but still n*ggas broke, I remember, n*gga
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