Imagination Songtext
von Sean Slick

King Slikk kill shit, feel this, real shit, instilled in
I′m black, can't rap? Strike first, bark back, hard track
Oh so, I′m loco, go slow-mo, is a no bro
On the daily, I go crazy on made beats and lately
I'm raising the bar son, this is my jungle like Tarzan
Out of this world like a Martian
If you hype bro, I be sparking
Talking like a real one, they say imagination's real son
To keep it one hunna, need a million
In order for Slikk to be chilling with some children


Yo, Georgia so peng man, can′t lie man, wanna press that
And to be honest though, I see blue lights

And Wedding Bells, this that new vibe, like
You be Bey and I′ll be Hov, drink lemonade and I'll spit flows
You′ll be Nos, I'll be Carter, our Blue Ivy being their father
On something else, tryna step pace, tryna eat cake, tryna have cake
That′s a contradiction, I be on a mission
To be sort of rich and keep my soul lifted
Guess it's a challenge, tryna make it rapping
My beats banging, I know this will happen
Gotta keep faith, gotta have taste, if
They call you average, spit in their face