OMG SHAUN - Imagine That

Uh...

Could you imagine that?

I'm 17, but feelin’ like i’m 23 with hella’ 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 shit, god shit, that shit that send you to the er

I open up the doors for all my n****s with no keycards

We finna eat...

You either kill or you be killed; 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?



Could you imagine that?

*base + vical*
Could you imagine that?

*tri*
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〉