[Skillz:] 

Uhh 

This goes out to my brother E 

Damn, uhh 

We had it all baby, y'know? 

Uhh... yo 



Imagine you and your big brother, in a Southern town 

All it took to lock down was some grams and a fo'-pound 

Millions, we both tryin to see that much 

So we found some young bucks that wanna be like us 

Put 'em on to the game, showed 'em how to do it 

All they wanted was sneakers, me and my brother knew it 

After six months of this, we done moved ahead 

Now I sleep with 300 G's under my bed 

Imagine, livin life how you 'sposed to live 

Gave my brother a buck fifty cause I'm 'sposed to give 

But he wanted all of it like Sosa did 

That put tears in my eyes, we was close as kids 

Imagine, puttin your toast to your brother's ribs 

I had to walk past his casket and close the lid 

Imagine the guilt I felt, when I hid my gun 

I'm the reason that my mom lost her oldest son, damn 

(POP!) 



[Chorus: Skillz] 

Can you (imagine) how my nephew would look at me 

If he knew I was the reason him and his daddy won't leave (together) 

And now I feel alone 

Cause it's my fault that my brother is gone and it's (forever) 

And that's what happens 

When money takes you and it leaves you (imagine) 



[Skillz:] 

Imagine, a year passin, I'm holdin my ground 

Plus I got a new homey, he holdin me down 

And my guilt won't let me go near my mother 

Cats still say, "I'm sorry to hear 'bout your brother" 

Man the lust for this dough is startin to run me 

So I started a record company to clean my money 

And my young boys think that they the only ones needin 

They look at me, like I'm the only one eatin 

They used to call me king, now they call me whack 

And it's a drought, and papi ain't callin me back 

This the hustler's test, and I made my vow 

Next time I'm broke, broke'll be in style 

So I got on my feet after takin a hit 

The Jake made my homey rich after they made him a snitch 

When they rushed my crib, I thought I was done 

Cause they ain't found my coke, they found my gun - damn 

[DOOR KICKED IN] ("Freeze! Get down!") 



[Chorus: Skillz] 

Can you (imagine) the time you gon' see 

You and that money you made, y'all'll never be (together) 

And your mom knows the facts 

You took her firstborn and she got to live with that (forever) 

And that's what happens 

When life takes you and it leaves you (imagine) 



[Skillz:] 

Uhh, yo 

Imagine, watchin your mom cry several tears 

And I'm cryin over 7 years, can you (imagine) 

How the snitch livin his life 

And I'm in a 6 by 6 tonight, can you (imagine) 

Why this dude grillin you 

He a killer and he probably wanna kill you too 

I think back to how the hustle game spoiled my life 

Now I'm in somebody's kitchen, boilin rice 

I started writin rhymes cause my time was free 

Then I finally got paroled in ninety-three 

So I moved to V-A after doin my bid 

And half these rappers is rappin 'bout what I lived 

Entertainment? It's just that for real 

And a lot of cats lie after gettin a deal 

Most of 'em tell lies and make it sound true 

I oughta know, I just told one to you 

õshort pauseú 



[Chorus: Skillz] 

Can you (imagine) if you had some proof 

That your favorite rapper wasn't tellin the truth (together) 

Him and his label decide 

They gon' base his career on lies (forever) 

And that's what happens 

When money takes you and it leaves you (imagine) 



[Skillz:] 

Think about that, when you buy your next CD and just (imagine) 

What I could do with a pad and a pen 

But I choose to tell the truth at the end