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Imagine
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Imagine was released on July 1, 2022 by Outsider's Estate, Fiction Fake as a part of the album Purgatory
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Release DateJuly 1, 2022
LabelOutsider's Estate, Fiction Fake
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fiction Fake
Fiction Fake
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Joseph Brown
Timothy Joseph Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tenno
Tenno
Producer
Nikko Suavé
Nikko Suavé
Engineer

Lyrics

I remember New York to LA, it was a long night
Pull up in a Bentley coupe, I'm fresh, I'm wearing off white
Bitch I just got rich if I pop out it's in designer
Yeah, I came from nothing blowin' up that's a reminder
Yeah, I'm prolly into shit you can't imagine
I've seen these **** stalk my Instagram, copy the fashion
Now I'm outside after covid and growing the status
How you **** steady broke because most of you average
I've seen **** on their downfall, I'm not pretending
I've seen **** get so close they prolly hoping hanging
I'mma up the fuckin' smoke and let my choppa sing it
And I know they want me gone I know they gotta wish it
I remember New York to LA, it was a long night
Pull up in a Bentley coupe, I'm fresh, I'm wearing off white
Bitch I just got rich if I pop out it's in designer
Yeah, I came from nothing blowin' up that's a reminder
I can't leave a hoe my phone no more, don't leave a message
Please don't hit me when you land, I'm prolly on the next bitch
Your bitch took a 30 with me make sure I'm protected
My work and my hoes, I make sure keep them separate
Now I'm flexing on my hoes I gotta say shit
Difference between me and you, my **** ain't switch
I was runnin' miles round these laps I had the patience
Opps be on my dick but your bitch called me the greatest
Now you see me coming back for more, this is payback
You was dissing on the gang before how could you say that
Got a couple figures you can come and check my assets
Heard that boy was cappin' had to go and get him fact checked
Hop up in the 'vette this shit speeding like a jet
Water on my wrist and you can see it on my neck
I got the guys behind me they can see that I'm up next
Just fuck before the fame cause when I leave ain't coming back
I remember New York to LA, it was a long night
Pull up in a Bentley coupe, I'm fresh, I'm wearing off white
Bitch I just got rich if I pop out it's in designer
Yeah, I came from nothing blowin' up that's a reminder
I can't leave a hoe my phone no more, don't leave a message
Please don't hit me when you land, I'm prolly on the next bitch
Your bitch took a 30 with me make sure I'm protected
My work and my hoes, I make sure keep them separate
Written by: Timothy Joseph Brown
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