Kano - Imagine lyrics

Sometimes I still kick myself
Cos sometimes I can't believe we suffer
Like I can't believe it's butter
Unfortunate, course I am
Room full of clutter
Plasma, Sky plus and room for some others
Some niggas in the gutter would
Say "move to the fucker"
But, I'm just doing me like, like
Bape on a T, some fake MCs
Claim they're from the ends get rich
And rob you in your FACE
KA that's your nigga the least I can give ya
Pose for a picture take it please, mix CDs
Course I can kiss you on the cheek
For the cheek you see me TRL and think
That's me for the week i'm 24
7 that's when the love outweighs
The envy you're getting show me love too
But, if you're hating on me
Then they fuck you

Imagine I was not now spitting on the beat
Imagine I got locked down
Dealing on the street
Imagine I was homeless living on the road
Imagine I was lowless sniffing up the coke

Imagine I was in beef bussing up the heat
Imagine I was in deep ducking from police
If I was a wasteman, if I was broke
Nigga tell me would you still
Be hating on me?

Look, I'm still nice, I still write
Bars for the young thugs, f feels right
Bars for the females, bars for the hype
Bars for the album, and charge you a price
Sometimes I laugh
'Cos I remember at the sets waiting for
Them to pass me the mic
Trust me time flies faster than life
And when you get your first rave and
Think you're stars for the night
'Till you're in a foreign country
And bars they recite
For me it's never been about
Them cars and the ice
Nigga you don't even know the half of my life
It's not that easy, lucky
For it's not that believe me
Like, Monday, studio, bang out a CD
Tuesday, famous, slap on the TV
Nah, spittah I was just like you
But probably up earlier on verse two
Searching for words like you
The third rhyme too
Murder and learn five tunes
Perfect, 'till it's curtains
It's full of ups and downs but I'm certain
The game's L'Oreal, nigga, it's worth it

Imagine I was not now spitting on the beat
Imagine I got locked down
Dealing on the street
Imagine I was homeless living on the road
Imagine I was lowless sniffing up the coke

Imagine I was in beef bussing up the heat
Imagine I was in deep ducking from police
If I was a wasteman, if I was broke
Nigga tell me would you still
Be hating on me?