Imagine

Imagine if I didn't spit

Still be on the strip, still tryna hit a lick

Running from the CID, still ducking all these pricks

Suttin on their hip, Feds kicking off my crib

Still be getting shit though this money changed my life

Still I go out on a enemy and ride

Beef or what not, I don't have to swallow pride

Ends was so hot so I'm flooded up with ice

Don't worry 'bout no price

Had gyal with degrees was a miracle

That they still fucked with a criminal

Man it's beef, keep the talk to a minimal

At your front door quicker than Deliveroo

True, live a rockstar life

If she come round Wayne never trust your wife

Uh-huh, she, said it must be nice, it might

Rose day date flooded up with ice

20K in the club I'll match it, match it

Gyal suck my dick so ratchet. ratchet

Drillas don't talk just bang it, slap it

Bang it, hand ting, boom

My accountant, he looks like the Feds

Flashback to the time I was raided

Four gyal to myself in the bed

On my life I don't know what their name is

Imagine if I didn't spit

Still be on the strip, still tryna hit a lick

Running from the CID, still ducking all these pricks

Suttin on their hip, Feds kicking off my crib

Still be getting shit though the money changed my life

Still I go out on a enemy and ride

Beef or what not, I don't have to swallow pride

Ends was so hot so I'm flooded up with ice

Don't worry 'bout no price

Yo, make P stay relevant

Used to roll shank and Sony Ericsson

And I stuff so much pound in my jean now my

Pops got queen resemblance

Coulda been done out nuttin in, Wallio

Doing up jail house eating up porridge

Did dirt man, man, I used to jerk man in college

Now the Rolex swiss so solid

Ops got no knowledge

Internet talk is shit

But I cheffed him up and ditched the whip

And the Feds try put your boys life to bits

Now I think about the pigs and I get a kick

Blowing out her back, one hand on the strap

Used to hold my wap, she just put it on her lap

And the way you took my risks I ain't forgot you

And if you're real, got my back then I love you

Imagine if I didn't spit

Still be on the strip, still tryna hit a lick

Running from the CID, still ducking all these pricks

Suttin on their hip, Feds kicking off my crib

Still be getting shit though the money changed my life

Still I go out on a enemy and ride

Beef or what not, I don't have to swallow pride

Ends was so hot so I'm flooded up with ice

Don't worry 'bout no price