Skillz - Imagine lyrics

Uhh this goes out to my brother E
Damn, uhh we had it all baby, y'know?
Uhh yo

Yo imagine you and your big brother
In a Southern town
All it took to lock down was
Some grams and a fo'-pound
Millions, we both tryin to see that much
So we found some young bucks
That wanna be like us
Put 'em on to the game
Showed 'em how to do it
All they wanted was sneakers
Me and my brother knew it
After six months of this, we done moved ahead
Now I sleep with 300 G's under my bed
Imagine, livin life how you 'sposed to live
Gave my brother a buck fifty
Cause I'm 'sposed to give
But he wanted all of it like Sosa did
That put tears in my eyes
We was close as kids
Imagine, puttin your toast to
Your brother's ribs i had to walk past his
Casket and close the lid
Imagine the guilt I felt, when I hid my gun
I'm the reason that my mom
Lost her oldest son, damn
POP! Can you
(imagine) how my nephew would look at me
If he knew I was the reason
Him and his daddy won't leave (together)
And now I feel alone
Cause it's my fault that my
Brother is gone and it's (forever)
And that's what happens
When money takes you and it leaves you
(in the land of passion)

Imagine, a year passin, I'm holdin my ground
Plus I got a new homey, he holdin me down
And my guilt won't let me go near my mother
Cats still say
"I'm sorry to hear 'bout your brother"
Man the lust for this dough
Is startin to run me
So I started a record company
To clean my money and my young bouls
Think that they the only ones needin
They look at me, like I'm the only one eatin
They used to call me king
Now they call me whack and it's a drought
And papi ain't callin me back
This the hustler's test, and I made my vow
Next time I'm broke, broke'll be in style
So I got on my feet after takin a hit
The Jake made my homey rich after
They made him a snitch
When they rushed my crib
I thought I was done
Cause they ain't found my coke
They found my gun - damn
DOOR KICKED IN "Freeze! Out! Get down!"
Can you (imagine) the time you gon' see
You and that money you made
Y'all'll never be (together)
And your mom knows the facts
You took her firstborn and she
Got to live with that (forever)
And that's what happens
When life takes you and it leaves you
(in the land of passion)

Uhh, yo
Imagine, watchin your mom cry several tears
And I'm cryin over 7 years, can you (imagine)
How the snitch livin his life
And I'm in a 6 by 6 tonight, can you
(imagine) why this dude grillin you
He a killer and he probably
Wanna kill you too i think back to how the
Hustle game spoiled my life
Now I'm in somebody's kitchen, boilin rice
I started writin rhymes cause
My time was free
Then I finally got paroled in ninety-three
So I moved to V-A after doin my bid
And half these rappers is rappin
'bout what I lived
Entertainment? It's just that for real
And a lot of cats lie after gettin a deal
Most of 'em tell lies and make it sound true
I oughta know, I just told one to you
Short pause
Can you (imagine) if you had some proof
That your favorite rapper wasn't
Tellin the truth (together)
Him and his label decide
They gon' base his career on lies (forever)
And that's what happens
When money takes you and it leaves you
(in the land of passion)

Think about that
When you buy your next CD and just (imagine)
What I could do with a pad and a pen
But, I choose to tell the truth at the end