PCOLUMNI - IMAGINE Lyrics

I left my home on the road chasing paradise
No phone can only hit me on a satellite
And it takes sacrifice
When I go wrap my body up in gold for the afterlife

I imagine how it feel to be rich
I'm talking big grip
Enough to make your skin turn green
Big shit

It's so real, then it must be a dream
Big drip
She looking like a model for Celine
Thick chick

We prayed for the money
We was big dreamers
They preyed on our downfall
We never let the money come between us

Me and my road dog
I need your love to be as loud as the hate
And why I gotta wait to see if there's a crowd at my wake
Y'all been online sneak dissing, not outside

And we different
If we tripping, I call the family guys like Peter Griffin
I took my losses
Then I got back up

Roll the dices and toast to life with yak in my cup
I'm on the grind and I don't mind all ones
I'm chasing this paper till there's no air inside my lungs
Yo, it's evident

I'm trying to ball out
No time to bicker over petty shit with niggas then fall out
Cause yo, who need friends like that
Don't even hit my jack

Maybach truck, I need a Benz like that
Before the internet, fame was paying guys
You was camera shy
Now you clowning on the live like a pantomime

I seen the writing on the walls like it's vandalized
You playing around till they spray you down like a sanitized
I imagine how it feel to be rich
I'm talking big grip

Enough to make your skin turn green
Big shit
It's surreal, then it must be a dream
Big drip

She looking like a model for Celine
Thick chick
We prayed for the money
We was big dreamers

Big dreamers
They prayed on our downfall
Downfall
We never let the money come between us

Come between us
Me and my road dog
Me and my road dog
They smile in your face while it really be fake

Well, I ain't come to party
I'm just here for the cake
And people ask around like we dealing in weight
Because I'm realtored the space, and I dealered the plates

I've been cleaning out my circle
Had too many squares
Rumors shared too many hands all in my affairs
She act like she don't care, but she don't want to share

She let me put it everywhere, just not in her hair
Yeah, I've been thinking about this money like I got to be next
Trying to turn this daydream into reality checks
We was out grinding

They slept
45 was a heck
Out for money, power, respect
Gold shines in some Jordans trying to ride in the foreign

Grinding up a fortune while residing in the fortress
Diamonds inside of the eyes of a portrait
Imported
She can make it disappear like a sorceress

I imagine how it feel to be rich
I'm talking Big Grip
Enough to make your skin turn green
If surreal then it must be a dream

She looking like a model for Celine
Thick chick
We prayed for the money
We was big dreamers

They prayed on our downfall
We never let the money come between us
Me and my road dogs