Kant Imagine

[Intro]
Trap Goth, Trap Goth, Goth
Blizzed

[Chorus: YSB OG]
They ain't come from where I come from so they can't imagine
They ain't come from where I come from so they can't imagine
They ain't come from where I come from so they can't imagine
And they ain't come from where I come from so they can't imagine
They ain't come from where I come from so they can't imagine
They ain't come from where I come from so they can't imagine
They ain't come from where I come from so they can't imagine
And they ain't come from where I come from so they can't imagine

[Verse 1: YSB OG]
They ain't come from where I come from so they can't imagine
I be out here everyday, where shit get tragic
Me and my niggas play for keeps, we'll let you have it
And you don't wanna be no opp and make us up these rackets
17, I'll whack you, JMac'd slap you with the burner if he had to
Nigga don't be no actor shoulda never played that role
Now you finna turn to Casper, pop a flat forget about it
After she sucking my dick, while I'm laughing
Smoking O,G, to the face, gone off acid
These niggas ain't on piss these niggas ain't no real rap
These niggas ain't no real trappers stop lying boy, you's a faggot
This shit only for the real the OG's and the fucking savage

[Chorus: YSB OG]
They ain't come from where I come from so they can't imagine
They ain't come from where I come from so they can't imagine
They ain't come from where I come from so they can't imagine
And they ain't come from where I come from so they can't imagine
They ain't come from where I come from so they can't imagine
They ain't come from where I come from so they can't imagine
They ain't come from where I come from so they can't imagine
And they ain't come from where I come from so they can't imagine

[Verse 2: Yngx17]
Let a nigga go at me? I couldn't fathom
Fuck a tattoo shop, you could get blasted
TMac with the strap, bitch is magic
Whatchu staring at nigga? Is you a faggot?
Young OG my lil brother bitch he be trapping
You got a problem with this shit, catch us in traffic
Goth trap house, shooters in the attic
Serving all these addicts, I'm a fucking addict
17, young OG, 17, young OG, 17, young OG, getting tears tatted

[Outro]
Goth Money Records