VERSE 1:
I ain't talking D-Wade, Or D-Spade
But i'm tryna stick my Dickie in Julia Roberts, hit it 3 times
That's a 3-peat, but stopped after the second go
She met a new dude filming out in San Antonio
Yo yo, f** sprite. Lean in the Coke
Cop a needle shoot, half of the gla** through my toes
Put the rest up my nose now i'm bent, now i went to a
Different dimension than present tense i might end up missing
HOOK:
Life is harder than depicted
And its hard to even talk when
Imaginary friends are the only ones that listen
Imaginary friends are the only ones that listen
Every single issue they just get it, my homies
Imaginary friends are the only ones that listen
Imaginary friends are the only ones who care
Imaginary friends are the only ones that listen
Imaginary friends are the only people there
VERSE 2:
Now i ain't talkin' 9's, teks, or bomb threats
But i've been waiting in line and i'm wondering if i'm on next
If i'm not its GTA2 k**ing frenzy
That dude that stole my wallet was the first to tempt me
Red shirted from the label, simply put they just didn't accept me as an emcee
Because everyone is brainwashed, except me
And i'm eating 3 meals but i still feel empty
And i know i'm not sh**, but my friends say i'm plenty
HOOK