Immortal

Lyrics

[Intro] Beat from Dilla Shit, yeah, I dipped it (Ooh, Dilla) [Chorus] I told that bitch in the back of the Wraith I'm not mortal Vibe in LA rockin' Coco, sniff coco Me and Lil Keed used to talk on the 'Rola Came from the bottom, I think we was broke Got my first fifty and bought me some chokers Rolling big doobs, I don't do the skimps I'm a big smoker, I don't need a roller Came first in the game, I need me a trophy Mama ain't like cookin', warm up the stove Jumped to a check, so they can't tell me nothin' Boy, get your feet off my motherfuckin' sofa He point the blicky, but he gonna bluff Niggas know 'round my way, it get ugly Them two Conley Road boys came from nothin' Niggas keep talkin', I don't wanna be buddy Make over a hundred or, nigga, just shut it [Verse 1] I'm gettin' sucked up by a freak bitch every single night I had blew out Biscotti smoke when they read my rights All my dawgs fighting for a come-up, nigga, where is Mike? Yeah, the whole YSL iced out, I see frostbite Nigga wanna say he too fly, hmm, cut his kite I'm somethin' like Osama Bin Laden, I take down this flight He say he keep a glizzy, he plottin', cut his head open, what you thinkin'? Why a nigga wanna play with me like a PS4? Don't know the slime gang dangerous? Opp deceaser, block sweeper Keep my shooter pulled up, he kill people And he gonna throw his hood up after he pray Jesus Like a Glock, these hoes bustin' off the meter Just hopped on a tour bus with fifty people [Chorus] I told that bitch in the back of the Wraith I'm not mortal Vibe in LA rockin' Coco, sniff coco Me and Lil Keed used to talk on the 'Rola Came from the bottom, I think we was broke Got my first fifty and bought me some chokers Rolling big doobs, I don't do the skimps I'm a big smoker, I don't need a roller Came first in the game, I need me a trophy Mama ain't like cookin', warm up the stove Jumped to a check, so they can't tell me nothin' Boy, get your feet off my motherfuckin' sofa He point the blicky, but he gonna bluff Niggas know 'round my way, it get ugly Them two Conley Road boys came from nothin' Niggas keep talkin', I don't wanna be buddy Make over a hundred or, nigga, just shut it [Verse 2] How much he make? It don't match his rate, he got nothing to say Boy, pump your brakes My homie from Brooklyn, so I came with a shank My check cleared on the way to the bank, I just turned twenty How big is my b-roll? Seen so many zeros, I clutch at the bank Out of town, I got rank, LA, I keep dank Don't condone stealing, nigga, we gon' cut your fucking hands She want my blood DNA in her body, no playin' You gon' pop this pill today, no ties, cut the strings He on molly, all ten, you still do that? I'm just sayin' Thinking that shit make him man and his ho pop Xans She just burnt up with her man Go get some money, that's all I'm sayin' I know some niggas down for life in the can They watchin' from the 'Gram while I'm postin' when I land [Chorus] I told that bitch in the back of the Wraith I'm not mortal Vibe in LA rockin' Coco, sniff coco Me and Lil Keed used to talk on the 'Rola Came from the bottom, I think we was broke Got my first fifty and bought me some chokers Rolling big doobs, I don't do the skimps I'm a big smoker, I don't need a roller Came first in the game, I need me a trophy Mama ain't like cookin', warm up the stove Jumped to a check, so they can't tell me nothin' Boy, get your feet off my motherfuckin' sofa He point the blicky, but he gonna bluff Niggas know 'round my way, it get ugly Them two Conley Road boys came from nothin' Niggas keep talkin', I don't wanna be buddy Make over a hundred or, nigga, just shut it