Trippie Redd — Immortal

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They don’t know what it’s like, this life, to live forever
They don’t know what it’s like, this life, to live forever
They don’t know what it’s like to be the man forever
Like to have these bands forever
They don’t know what it’s like to have this chance forever
They don’t know what it’s like to have this plan forever, ever, yeah
I gotta get it, man, I swear to God
Need this shit forever, yeah
I gotta get it, man, I swear to God, yeah
You don’t know what it’s like to having these people watching you (Watching you)
You don’t know what it’s like to feel like you got shit to prove (Shit to prove)
You don’t know what it’s like, you don’t know what it’s like to move like this
(Like this)

I said you don’t know how it is, you don’t know how I live
Got your bitch on my dick, whole face full of kids
Whole face full of my kids, you don’t know where I live
Damn, you don’t know where I live, uh
Immortal, I’ma live forever
Immortal, I’ma live forever
Immortal, I’ma live forever, yeah
They don’t know what it’s like, this life, to live forever
They don’t know what it’s like, this life, to live forever
They don’t know what it’s like to be the man forever
Like to have these bands forever
They don’t know what it’s like to have this chance forever
They don’t know what it’s like to have this plan forever, ever, yeah
I gotta get it, man, I swear to God

Need this shit forever, yeah
I gotta get it, man, I swear to God, yeah
Hopping clouds in this Bentley
Three niggas want a problem, I go Trippie Redd with the semi
Red rags, we got plenty, nigga
In and out your block, we bust them shots
And we don’t stop ’til blood splatter on our Fendi
Fuck being friendly, nigga, I’m done with that
Every time I get a new whip, gotta put a gun in that
‘Cause when you die off in these streets, it ain’t no coming back
Niggas killed me in my roles and blessed my son with that
Niggas die young where I’m from, mamas cry young where I’m from
Cops, we outrun

It’s Westside Compton, bullets, you don’t make it out without one
Death or jail, that’s the outcome, we smoke without lungs
If you ’bout some’, don’t fold when the drought come, nigga (Drought come)
Find you a rapper with a Richard Mille on (Richard Mille on)
Take his watch, hop in that rental and throw «A Milli»on («A Milli»on)
To a nigga in the streets, it ain’t nothing really wrong (Really on)
Smoke weed, fuck bitches, rap, and put your city on (Your city on)
To a nigga in the streets, ain’t nothing really wrong (Really wrong)
Smoke weed, fuck bitches, rap, and put your city on

They don’t know what it’s like, this life, to live forever
They don’t know what it’s like, this life, to live forever
They don’t know what it’s like to be the man forever
Like to have these bands forever
They don’t know what it’s like to have this chance forever
They don’t know what it’s like to have this plan forever, ever, yeah
I gotta get it, man, I swear to God
Need this shit forever, yeah
I gotta get it, man, I swear to God, yeah