Imagine Bakersteez (Ft. Konshens)

[Intro: Konshens]
Move from yah so wid dat
Fucking Jamaican rapper
Yuh nah get nuh gyal
And yah dead fi hungry
Hear dat
Dem wish

[Verse 1: Baker Steez]
They treat me like a king now
Imagine if I had a bust down
Skating round town
In a drop top with the top back
How does that sound, young nigga
All Baped up from the lace up
They hate us
They hate us
My pockets on XL
Got these bitches, still waitin' to exhale
Birds in the back chirping like Nextels
With the paint job lookin' like wet nails
Patek Phillipe say that's too much sauce
Copping shit for days and still don't know the cost
Poppin' tags on brands that they cannot pronounce
Don't call me up when I'm fucking your spouse
I still do shit like that now
Imagine if I had a pocket full of pounds
Young nigga with the tall stacks
Bussin' rubber bands off of tall racks
Suicide doors on the coupe flip
Suicide doors on the coupe flip
Suicide doors on the coupe flip
Suicide doors on the coupe flip