Imagine

[Verse 1] When I was young I wanted to rock chains like Slick Rick the Ruler Now I stay iced out and spend chips with jewelers Life was no picnic, I attended the school of Hard knocks and dark blocks, I dipped with the Ruger For quick chips I hit licks with shooters Get away smoother than a stick shift maneuvers OGs used to smoke big spliffs of buddha And say listen to Crooked I, this kid is the future Hard to stay focused when your pockets are the brokest And everybody you meetin' in showbiz is bogus Sometimes your own friends hit you up the coldest When your closest homeboy say give it up, it's hopeless Nah, don't give it up, you gon' live it up And blow bigger bucks, you won't give a fuck You gon' whip a truck that's chrome tinted up Go get 'em and hit 'em, it's on nigga what They trying to close the door on people who squeeze through Can't leave rap alone, the game need you Gotta hustle like me, I never sleep dude A fucking robot, R2D2 Hard to see through the smog and the fog It's light at the end for my hogs and my dogs You negative haters, put my balls in your jaws I don't need that energy, fuck ya'll I'ma ball Call it New West City, do it gangsta as Nino Dropped a helicopter on top of the Vegas casino Scarface the whole game like my name was Pacino Pull a drop end up, hit valet with some c-notes You gotta see it before you be it View it before you do it Envision it truly then you'll be living it Be as successful as what you looking to do Remember whatever you looking for is looking for you You know how many times people said Crooked was through I kept grinding on they ass, never took it for truth Just waited on these similes and fly metaphors To help me overcome my poor credit score Forever more, now every necklace that he ever wore Is heavy as a Chevy door, I was headed for Betty Ford Cause I was Hennessy abusing yeah Stressed out losing hair instead of choosing prayer This is truth or dare, I ain't choosing dare Cause truthfully I don't want to see you lose your flare Lose your fight, lose your passion, lose your sight God gave you music, use it right I ain't preaching homey, just want to see you at your best Can't give a testimony without going through a test I'm one of the most tested on the fucking West But even in trouble yes, I'm a B-O double S I recall having my back against the wall Just like a small child trying to measure how tall He is Remember putting that notch over your head to see if you grown Who's growing now, we is We are, C-R double O K-E-D It's real shit it ain't a A-C-T