J. Cole
J. Cole - Immortal lyrics
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Ohhhh Now I was barely seventeen with a pocket full of hope Screamin', dollar and a dream with my closet lookin' broke And my nigga's lookin' clean, gettin' caught up with that dope Have you ever served a fiend with a pocket full of soap? Nigga I can tell you things that you probably shouldn't know Have you ever heard the screams when the body hit the floor? Flashbacks to the pain, wakin' up, cold sweats Six o'clock in the mornin', gotta hit the BoFlex Get my weight up on the block, keep watch for the cops God they love to serve a nigga three hots and a cot Nowadays crime pays like a part time job And the drought got me prayin' for a car time vibe Summer Rain come again, numb the pain 'cause it's hard for a felon In my mind I been cryin', know it's wrong but I'm sellin' Eyes wellin' up with tears, thinkin' 'bout my niggas dead in the dirt Immortalized on this shirt Real niggas don't die Form with the plot One-Seven-Forty-Five Form at the plot Real niggas don't die Form on the plot Hood niggas don't lie Form on the plot My niggas don't die Form on the plot Real niggas don't die Form on the plot Real niggas don't die Real niggas don't die