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It's been a week since I last saw you
Over and over I imagine all the things I'm gonna do
Soon it'll be time for this fantasy to come true
I got something special I wanna try on you
Can't imagine runnin' up all these M's
Pray the Lord forgive a nigga for all his sins
Rollie cost a hundred, used to rock a G-Shock
Used to spend a hundred every day at the weed spot
Free Mane, he took twelve in the feds
2012, I had twelve bitches in my bed
Seminary to the Crest, we been locked in
The bitch ain't have ten or better, we wasn't locked in
Biggs laid the blueprint, give him his flowers
I'm from the East, Lil D, Felix Mitchell, and Flowers
I wrote my first rap on Semin Foothill
Ten million later, I'm good on that block still
It's Filthy
It's been a week since I last saw you
Over and over I imagine all the things I'm gonna do
Soon it'll be time for this fantasy to come true
I got something special I wanna try on you
The year was 2012, I had the Rover in chain
Me and Filthy dropped Ism and I sold you the game
It ain't never been a question how I rock and who I rock with
Run off in the booth and tell the truth when I talk shit
1992 Was just a kid when I was took down
Movie comin' soon but you can go and get the book now
I did the hall, did the county, did the state and the feds too
Imagine all the drama and the hate that I bled through
Imagine bein' my mama thinkin' her son was in danger
Then find out in court that the nigga's a gangster
I was active, a real live gunner, kept a hundred in the mattress
Barely went to church, for what it's worth, I'm a Baptist
Me and Kilo Kirk ridin' 'round tryna jack shit
Corey showed on me, now his son is a bastard
Lomper Room gang, hittin' banks, we was active
Soul of a gangster, this my life, this ain't no rap shit
Over and over I imagine all the things I'm gonna do
Soon it'll be time for this fantasy to come true
I got something special I wanna try on you