J. Cole

J. Cole - Immortal songtekst

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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

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Real niggas don't die

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Hood niggas don't lie

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My niggas don't die

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Real niggas don't die

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Real niggas don't die

Real niggas don't die
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