Can't Imagine lyrics

(Tom French with them racks) Uh 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'