Текст песни Can’t Imagine - Young Stoner Life Records , FN DaDealer

(Tom French with them racks)
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Whoever thought I'd make it in rappin'?
Makin' shit they couldn't imagine
Fuck bein' cool, I done turned up my savage
I turned a bougie ho nasty, I turned a ghetto ho classy
I keep the Glock, it's a part of my fashion
Go ask around, I been havin'
I did that shit for the gang, I ain't braggin'
Opps goin' broke, that's embarrassin'

I lost it all and they laughed at me
I ain't trippin', that shit made a man of me
Can't believe it, lost Dee to a tragedy
I ran it up, how the fuck is you mad at me?
I keep my cool, but I'm packin' heat
I'm poppin' first, so I don't care 'bout who after me
Reach for that stick, turn that boy to an athlete
I'm gettin' paid, I don't care who out-rappin' me
Bet they can't run up that sack like me

Whoever thought I'd make it in rappin'?
Makin' shit they couldn't imagine
Fuck bein' cool, I done turned up my savage
I turned a bougie ho nasty, I turned a ghetto ho classy
I keep the Glock, it's a part of my fashion
Go ask around, I been havin'
I did that shit for the gang, I ain't braggin'
Opps goin' broke, that's embarrassin'

Come through the hood in a foreign, the fastest
I gave them young niggas hope they ain't have
Run that shit up, you can go do the math
I need it all, I ain't takin' no half
Money got dirty, I took me a bath
We gon' get on they ass if it's smoke in the air
When it go up, ain't no playin' it fair
'Fore I sin, I'ma say me a prayer

Whoever thought I'd make it in rappin'?
Makin' shit they couldn't imagine
Fuck bein' cool, I done turned up my savage
I turned a bougie ho nasty, I turned a ghetto ho classy
I keep the Glock, it's a part of my fashion
Go ask around, I been havin'
I did that shit for the gang, I ain't braggin'
Opps goin' broke, that's embarrassin'

Come through the hood in a foreign, the fastest
I gave them young niggas hope they ain't have
Run that shit up, you can go do the math
I need it all, I ain't takin' no half
Money got dirty, I took me a bath
We gon' get on they ass if it's smoke in the air
When it go up, ain't no playin' it fair
'Fore I sin, I'ma say me a prayer

Whoever thought I'd make it in rappin'?
Makin' shit they couldn't imagine
Fuck bein' cool, I done turned up my savage
I turned a bougie ho nasty, I turned a ghetto ho classy
I keep the Glock, it's a part of my fashion
Go ask around, I been havin'
I did that shit for the gang, I ain't braggin'
Opps goin' broke, that's embarrassin'