Imagine - Tion Wayne

You know

Where would I be

Without the music?

Jail, dead, robberies, who knows

But we’re here you get me

Money haffi make bredrin

You get me

T Wayne from the… yo

Imagine if I didn’t spit

Still be on the strip

Still tryna hit a lick

Running from the CID

Still ducking all these pricks

Suttin on their hip

Feds kicking off my crib

Still be getting shit

Although the money changed my life

But still I go out on a enemy and ride

Beef or what not

I don’t have to swallow pride

Ends was so hot

So I’m flooded up with ice

Don’t worry 'bout the price

Had gyal with degrees was a miracle

That they still fucked with a criminal

Man it’s beef keep the talk to a minimal

At your front door quicker than Deliveroo

True, live a Rockstar life

If she come round Wayne never trust your wife

She, said it must be nice

Rose day date flooded up with ice

20k in the club I’ll match it

Gyal suck my dick so ratchet

Drillas don’t talk just bang it slap it

Bang it hand ting (boom)

My accountant he looks like the feds

Flashback to the time I was raided

4 gyal to myself in the bed

On my life I don’t know what their name is

Imagine if I didn’t spit

Still be on the strip

Still tryna hit a lick

Running from the CID

Still ducking all these pricks

Suttin on their hip

Feds kicking off my crib

Still be getting shit

Although the money changed my life

But still I go out on a enemy and ride

Beef or what not

I don’t have to swallow pride

Ends was so hot

So I’m flooded up with ice

Don’t worry 'bout the price

Make P stay relevant

Used to roll shank and Sony Erikson

And I stuff so much pound in my jean now my pops got queen resemblance

Coulda been done out nuttin in?

Doing up jail house eating up porridge

Did dirt man, man I used to jerk man in college

Now the Rolex swiss so solid

Ops got no knowledge

The internet talk is shit

But I cheffed him up and ditched the whip

Now the feds try put your boys life to bits

Now I think about the pigs and I get a kick

Blowing out her back

One hand on the strap

Used to hold my wap

She just put it on her lap

And the way you took my risks I ain’t forgot you

And if you’re real, got my back then I love you

Imagine if I didn’t spit

Still be on the strip

Still tryna hit a lick

Running from the CID

Still ducking all these pricks

Suttin on their hip

Feds kicking off my crib

Still be getting shit

Although the money changed my life

But still I go out on a enemy and ride

Beef or what not

I don’t have to swallow pride

Ends was so hot

So I’m flooded up with ice

Don’t worry 'bout the price