Imagine Dat

Yo

Ay, you know, this The Art of Hustle

On this album, ****

It's all about the laws, all about the rules

The shit that means shit

So today, ****, we talkin' 'bout loyalty

We goin' back, fuck with everybody we started with

Yo, you know what I'm sayin'?

Yah, they want that old Gotti flow, so I went and got Drama

Classic Memphis shit, bitch, we 'bout to do some numbers

I get money with the Mexicans, but I can't trust the runners

So focused on the money, it's like I'm lookin' through a tunnel

Yeah, that tunnel vision, 20/20 on you snitches

Get popped, gon' do your time, or, naw, that's 'gainst my religion

Ain't no competition, I'm the realest **** in it

Fuck your favorite rapper, tell 'em I said it and I meant it

When I'm in the city, know I'm mobbin' when them semis

I talk that gangsta shit, but, pussy, this is not a gimmick

I want a 'Rari, fuck a Hemi, a Lamb', fuck a 'Vette

The realest in these streets awards goes to

Imagine dat

They gave awards to the real ****

Imagine dat

They gave Grammys to the drug dealers

Imagine dat

My life a movie with a Oscar

Imagine dat

I got killers on my roster

Imagine dat

They had awards for the real ****

Imagine dat

They had a Grammy for the drug dealers

Imagine dat

This shit a movie with a Oscar

Imagine dat

No rappers, I got killers on my roster

They give another award to a fuck ****

I might jump on stage like Kanye

Got Taylor Swift and Beyonce nominated, what the streets say?

Fuck a Grammy, I'll take a million dollars right now

Free all the real **** right now

Hustler of the year, boy, I move my mama out the hood

I took my **** out the hood, I'm good in any **** hood

I'm good in any **** city, we fuckin' all these **** bitches

No security, my young **** with me

Choppers, and anybody can get it, for real

Box of baking soda trophy (Word)

When you battle rabid you get murked

**** on they knees, prayin' in church

'Fraid your death, red carpet, hearse

If Pimp C was the host, if BMF had a set

And the realest in these streets award goes to (Who?)

Imagine dat

They gave awards to the real ****

Imagine dat

They gave Grammys to the drug dealers

Imagine dat

My life a movie with a Oscar

Imagine dat

I got killers on my roster

Imagine dat

They had awards for the real ****

Imagine dat

They had a Grammy for the drug dealers

Imagine dat

This shit a movie with a Oscar

Imagine dat

No rappers, I got killers on my roster

Hey, man, you know sometimes we got to mothafuckin' award shows

Just to try to bump into no fuck **** who be talkin'

Indirectly and shit, know what I mean?

We ain't even really be into the show or none of that

Fuck shit, like, or we tryna bump into one of them mothafuckin'

Celebrity bitches or some shit, you know what I'm sayin'?

I'm just keepin' it G, though

Until they make they shit for real, ****

Fuckin' around, boycottin' it, mothafucka

Had a hood protestin' outside that bitch or somethin'

Think about it

We talkin' legendary street ****

Never worn shit

We got rollas, ****, this side, trophies

Take care our family this side trophies

We got forms, ****, this side trophies, you understand?

We got more money than all them fuck ****

We got brown bag shit, boy