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IMAGINE. (feat. CRONAX & VisionaryBlue) Video (MV)




Performed By: Johc X
Language: English
Length: 3:17
Written by: James Green




Johc X - IMAGINE. (feat. CRONAX & VisionaryBlue) Lyrics




I just got a call for a deal, is this even real?
Baby, I'm a stunner boy, if looks could kill
I'ma push my way to the top, David Goggins Navy Seal Huh
Hit them with this fear factor, they don't know how to feel

Just imagine this, I could never imagine it
Goin' platinum with these albums, set for my future kids
They saying go on mute, but your recent single really mid
My fingers up, I'm throwin' up my fist
Cause you can't tell me shit

Tell me how to write my raps, I don't need a ghostwriter
Niggas really sweet, dunk they ass in some apple cider
I'm a fighter
Roll the blunt, pass the lighter
Workin' on my craft, pull an all-nighter
I'm a stone-cold writer

This that hot shit right here, 800 degrees on me
It's gon' make you burst into flames, poppin' off like hot grease
Goin' global worldwide, spread just like a disease

If you want a feature, I'ma hit you with a fee
Back up, sit down, you don't wanna mess with me
I'm not Andrew Tate, but goddamn, I feel like the top G
Baby, if you're interested, I'm taken
D&D
Don't call me

Yeah, don't call me
I be gettin' rich as hell, while you steady stalkin'
Money keeps me f*ckin' well
Bitch get up off me
All that shit you talkin'
Look where you got dropped in, yeah

I keep that bitch in that past,
Got her feelin' this way
Like I really can't manage you
How could I keep up the money,
And keep her comin'
Your love was never true
I keep a bitch on the side
And she stays on my thigh
And she do what I tell her to
I get the money, it's comin' through,
Makin' a nigga feel like he got jungle juice

Trouble, you're slippin'
Walk in that bitch and that shit really hittin'
Send that bitch to my cab
Back up
Takin' that bitch so long like Tintin
I'ma run-up to his house, we spark whatever
Talkin' that shit, no matter the weather
Doin' this shit for all of my brothers,
And it's not bad, I'm locked in that mood

Runnin' and runnin' and runnin' it, yeah
I remember the days I had none, yeah
I remember the days I was down on my dick
I went and got me a bag, oh yeah
I remember the days we was talkin' that shit
Now that it's gone, it's the past, oh yeah
Don't give a f*ck about your man, he a bitch
I put them both in a blunt, oh yeah

I just got a call baby, is this even real?
Put them all on, I'ma take it to the hill
I say, f*ck them all, man, that's how I really feel
Yeah, that's how I really feel

I just got a call for a deal, is this even real?
Baby, I'm a stunner boy, if looks could kill
I'ma push my way to the top, David Goggins Navy Seal Huh
Hit them with this fear factor, they don't know how to feel

Just imagine this, I could never imagine it
Goin' platinum with these albums, set for my future kids
They saying go on mute, but your recent single really mid
My fingers up, I'm throwin' up my fist
Cause you can't tell me shit
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I just got a call for a deal, is this even real?
Baby, I'm a stunner boy, if looks could kill
I'ma push my way to the top, David Goggins Navy Seal Huh
Hit them with this fear factor, they don't know how to feel

Just imagine this, I could never imagine it
Goin' platinum with these albums, set for my future kids
They saying go on mute, but your recent single really mid
My fingers up, I'm throwin' up my fist
Cause you can't tell me shit

Tell me how to write my raps, I don't need a ghostwriter
Niggas really sweet, dunk they ass in some apple cider
I'm a fighter
Roll the blunt, pass the lighter
Workin' on my craft, pull an all-nighter
I'm a stone-cold writer

This that hot shit right here, 800 degrees on me
It's gon' make you burst into flames, poppin' off like hot grease
Goin' global worldwide, spread just like a disease

If you want a feature, I'ma hit you with a fee
Back up, sit down, you don't wanna mess with me
I'm not Andrew Tate, but goddamn, I feel like the top G
Baby, if you're interested, I'm taken
D&D
Don't call me

Yeah, don't call me
I be gettin' rich as hell, while you steady stalkin'
Money keeps me f*ckin' well
Bitch get up off me
All that shit you talkin'
Look where you got dropped in, yeah

I keep that bitch in that past,
Got her feelin' this way
Like I really can't manage you
How could I keep up the money,
And keep her comin'
Your love was never true
I keep a bitch on the side
And she stays on my thigh
And she do what I tell her to
I get the money, it's comin' through,
Makin' a nigga feel like he got jungle juice

Trouble, you're slippin'
Walk in that bitch and that shit really hittin'
Send that bitch to my cab
Back up
Takin' that bitch so long like Tintin
I'ma run-up to his house, we spark whatever
Talkin' that shit, no matter the weather
Doin' this shit for all of my brothers,
And it's not bad, I'm locked in that mood

Runnin' and runnin' and runnin' it, yeah
I remember the days I had none, yeah
I remember the days I was down on my dick
I went and got me a bag, oh yeah
I remember the days we was talkin' that shit
Now that it's gone, it's the past, oh yeah
Don't give a f*ck about your man, he a bitch
I put them both in a blunt, oh yeah

I just got a call baby, is this even real?
Put them all on, I'ma take it to the hill
I say, f*ck them all, man, that's how I really feel
Yeah, that's how I really feel

I just got a call for a deal, is this even real?
Baby, I'm a stunner boy, if looks could kill
I'ma push my way to the top, David Goggins Navy Seal Huh
Hit them with this fear factor, they don't know how to feel

Just imagine this, I could never imagine it
Goin' platinum with these albums, set for my future kids
They saying go on mute, but your recent single really mid
My fingers up, I'm throwin' up my fist
Cause you can't tell me shit
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Writer: James Green
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