| Picture me, riding in the two seat faded
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| When I came from the hood where most
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| Niggas don’t make it
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| Kodak Black, Molly caps
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| With a Asian model feeding me grapes
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| Now picture that imagine this
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| Panamera Jim Carrey sheraton hotel
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| My bitch dipped in mascara Oooh
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| Foreign ride me and Polo poo in the Coupe
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| Top back, only two seats
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| Used to mask up lace my sneaks
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| Now round Tables f.b.g have a feast
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| Grew up in these streets
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| Turned the kid into a beast
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| Tryin' to get this meal, we gon' eat
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| Pull up in the hood giving shit to the kids
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| So they don’t have to rob for it, like I did
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| Blowed basketball, AAU
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| You got me fucked up
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| I’ll blow this rap shit too
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| They said I won’t make it, my pride you can’t take it
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| I won’t fake it till I make it
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| Shouts out to Tribulation
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| That ain’t break me either
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| Close friends acting strange that can’t break me either
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| Never Imagine this cause I ain’t have a pot to piss
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| Or a window to throw it out of
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| But picture this
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| At the top from the bottom
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| Even though they doubt us
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| They doubted me
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| Said I’m gon' blow it, ain’t tryna blow it
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| My pain I never show it
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| They want my spot I know it
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| Said I was gon' be in that County Jail
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| 15 cold cell, no bond, no bail
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| God sent the train I ain’t jump on his trail
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| And I know Purp And Wayne watching us down here
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| Thinking to myself like there’s God out there
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| But I got to thank him
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| Cause i’m still out here
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| Never thought of me, big offices
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| The same jit used to run from them officers
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| Came from the ugly corner to the spotlight
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| Let my niggas flex to get my spot right
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| Free bands, finesse plans
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| Willie in my mama kitchen whippin' like a chef chem
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| Pyrex pots he good with his left hand
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| Def jam, even the deaf jam
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| Even the deaf hear him, even the blind see him
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| The paralyzed feel him, nigga onomatopoeia
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| T-Burn snitched he got him a deal nigga
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| Once I get my deal nigga, it’s gon' get real nigga
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| Yeah I’m a real nigga
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| I just wanna live nigga
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| Can’t take no losses
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| I’m a lil nigga
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| Paranoid pop a nigga like a pill
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| Nigga keep my lil seal nigga
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| Imagine when I get a deal nigga
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| Never Imagine this cause I ain’t have a pot to piss
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| Or a window to throw it out of
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| But picture this
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| At the top from the bottom
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| Even though they doubted
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| Somebody call the paramedics
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| Life done gave me all this pain and ain’t came with anesthetic Thuggin'
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| graveyard where i’m heading
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| We busting and fucking over niggas
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| Dawg I don’t regret it, they deserve it
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| I can take it I ain’t havea pot to piss in
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| I had a pop when he was always sick
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| And I was outchea trying to fit in
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| I’m fucking with these niggas from a distance
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| I rap but you niggas pay attention
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| A gun is my bestfriend
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| Father God won’t you send me a blessing
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| From robbing now I’m rapping, It’s destined
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| Section 8, I swear to God it gets treacherous
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| Only reason that my mama been stressing
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| I’ve been up against the odds
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| Even when it’s dark
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| Even when it’s raining and
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| Even when it’s hurting ain’t no sense in me complaining
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| Cause it’s destined
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| We gon' make it |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Imagine, artist - Kodak Black. Album song Project Baby, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп