Immortal - Trippie Redd, The Game

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