Sir Michael Rocks - Imagine [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Hook)
I put that on my life, everything that I own
At the end of the day, we just wanna be on
We 'bout money and hoes, Fuck getting a job
Then I’m selling them cells, till I get me a drop X 2

(Verse 1)
Man I’m just a young nigga gettin it
Rich and ignorant
With sloppy ass penmanship
At Saks Fifth, I got a lifetime membership
You just now catching up, but we been the shit
So don’t try us, my goon niggas got fryers
I'll hold that thang to his head like a blow drier
I’m no liar, I fuck her till she’s so tired
She can’t stand it
I’m home running, grand slamming
I’m chilling, I’m chilling, I’m feeling this drink
Fuck what a nigga think, I ain’t hearing complaints
I gotta do what I want
You wasting all of your time
Unless you’re being yourself
The shit that’s all in your mind
This bullshit, fairy tale, they made up a long time ago, let 'em go
That’s why you’re going through the drama for
Porsche truck pulling up to Benihana's ho
Looking like I’m selling kinds of dope

(Hook)
(Verse 2)
Swimming deep in that water, not even farther we go
Just hold your breath a little longer cause the bottom is close
But if your lungs can’t take it, the pain is too much
With all that pressure on you girl, your little frame will get crushed
It’s a dirty game, who can you trust
Cause if we lose, they gonna put it on us
Girl so hurry up, acting like it’s no rush
You getting left behind, you getting left in that dust
Just sitting away, on the perfect presentation
Not how you supposed to be living, you gotta make a decision
And I got faith in that booty, like a fucking religion
I’m bout to cash out, sending 50 phones to my dad's house
I’m leaving with them boxes like I’m taking the trash out, the fast route
And I don’t know how long this money bout to last now
And I’m spend it up until the bag down
I’m liking how them Fendi sweat pants bring ya ass out

(Hook)