(Im)mortal Lyrics

ooh,ooh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

This what the fuck they really made of me

This what the fuck they really made of me

I gotta travel with some burdens that's gone stay with me

I gotta travel my life wondering like

What's it like to meet the fork in the road and make the right turn

I promise to give you my soul and let this mike burn

Till the end of my life promise to be richous

Know some pussy motherfuckas that's not gone like this

Learned to live without you despite the distance

I know the power's all in my hands

Under my conditions

I know the only thing following if I strive persistence

I know the only following you was demise based off your decisions

Give me some recognition

I made it out the digits

813, 856, uhh

787, 407

Praying I find the ones I live in heaven

Put no man above pussy I don't fear none

Yeah yuh, yeah yuh

Louis Hampton

Yeah, I'ma make this hoe bleed

I'ma make this bitch bleed

Starting to feel this one in your soul

You tell me who was really there when I was down bad

On my ass, struggling for cash

I swear I had no chance, you swore I had no chance

Look at me, I'm the man

Look at me in my eyes

This pain you can't describe

I'm fumbling with thoughts that you struggled to realize

I tried to talk to God, but all my demons multiplied

And I'm not antisocial, bitch, we just don't socialize

I'm crying by my homies ain't make it to 25

So what's the fix for this? Tell me what would you prescribe

I made promises to people that don't walk the earth

I make some shit that you gon' feel up in your soul

Let it be known, make the shit that make the preachers say church

Hustler ambition this shit for my dawg on the curb

Loyalty over everything, never fold, never turn

Promise you'll throw roses when they throw me in the dirt

Promise, promise you'll throw roses when they throw me in the dirt

This what the fuck they really want from me

So this is what the fuck they got, ha

Billboard lookin' lonely, I'm lookin' at top spots

Top shot, I'ma bang, baka blaka, Mulsanne whippin

Bitch, I got that fame, waka flaka, yeah

How long y'all really think it's gon' take for the mainstream to notice me

Save some praise for the academy in my rosary

Hotter artist, bitch, don't get me started

Hold on, beg your pardon

Hotter artist, they not even in my fuckin

They in my fuckin' galaxy, like

I'm so far ahead

So far

So far

So far

So far

So