Mook TBG - Imaginary

I ain’t been having time for shit
Making show my brothers rich
We was taught to stack this cash
We still buy all of kind of shit
Popping shit
He wanna fight
We offing shit
This that shit can’t copy this
Body shit
I think I might sign them niggas
We look hard can’t find them niggas
Walk out the bank wit 200
They wanna know how I’m coming
I got a drum in this bitch
I call it drako the Drummond
Pull up on army shit
We give it to him
He want it
Walking in the store buying all the shit
Spilling my drink on a model bitch
They tryna see what’s the car he in

I’m tryna hop on the Forbes list
He wanna beef can’t afford this
I was on tour when his man got hit
I’m getting tired of blowing this shit
But if we catch em’ we blowing this shit
When I get lonely she let me hit
We both slide go get em hit
Them niggas mad be broke as bitch
This shit ain’t no imaginary we made it out barley
AMG and AP’s
Ain’t nobody save me
We was trapped out daily
Elementary school use to sell candy just to count up
My mama use to kick me out the house
When I act up
Like fuck that shit we act up
Try us we gone act up
Fuck nigga get yo racks up
I really had to go find away
Jugg and finesse ain’t no other way
Free my dawgs that’s locked away
They wanna see me I gotta get paid

I ain’t been having time for shit
Making show my brothers rich
We was taught to stack this cash
We still buy all of kind of shit
Popping shit
He wanna fight
We offing shit
This that shit can’t copy this
Body shit
I think I might sign them niggas
We look hard can’t find them niggas
Walk out the bank wit 200
They wanna know how I’m coming
I got a drum in this bitch
I call it drako the Drummond
Pull up on army shit
We give it to him
He want it
Walking in the store buying all the shit
Spilling my drink on a model bitch
They tryna see what’s the car he in

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