Immortal - Lil Gotit

Beat from Dilla

Shit, yeah, I dipped it

(Ooh, Dilla)

I told that bitch in the back of the Wraith I’m not mortal

Vibe in LA rockin' Coco, sniff coco

Me and Lil Keed used to talk on the 'Rola

Came from the bottom, I think we was broke

Got my first fifty and bought me some chokers

Rolling big doobs, I don’t do the skimps

I’m a big smoker, I don’t need a roller

Came first in the game, I need me a trophy

Mama ain’t like cookin', warm up the stove

Jumped to a check, so they can’t tell me nothin'

Boy, get your feet off my motherfuckin' sofa

He point the blicky, but he gonna bluff

Niggas know 'round my way, it get ugly

Them two Conley Road boys came from nothin'

Niggas keep talkin', I don’t wanna be buddy

Make over a hundred or, nigga, just shut it

I’m gettin' sucked up by a freak bitch every single night

I had blew out Biscotti smoke when they read my rights

All my dawgs fighting for a come-up, nigga, where is Mike?

Yeah, the whole YSL iced out, I see frostbite

Nigga wanna say he too fly, hmm, cut his kite

I’m somethin' like Osama Bin Laden, I take down this flight

He say he keep a glizzy, he plottin', cut his head open, what you thinkin'?

Why a nigga wanna play with me like a PS4?

Don’t know the slime gang dangerous?

Opp deceaser, block sweeper

Keep my shooter pulled up, he kill people

And he gonna throw his hood up after he pray Jesus

Like a Glock, these hoes bustin' off the meter

Just hopped on a tour bus with fifty people

I told that bitch in the back of the Wraith I’m not mortal

Vibe in LA rockin' Coco, sniff coco

Me and Lil Keed used to talk on the 'Rola

Came from the bottom, I think we was broke

Got my first fifty and bought me some chokers

Rolling big doobs, I don’t do the skimps

I’m a big smoker, I don’t need a roller

Came first in the game, I need me a trophy

Mama ain’t like cookin', warm up the stove

Jumped to a check, so they can’t tell me nothin'

Boy, get your feet off my motherfuckin' sofa

He point the blicky, but he gonna bluff

Niggas know 'round my way, it get ugly

Them two Conley Road boys came from nothin'

Niggas keep talkin', I don’t wanna be buddy

Make over a hundred or, nigga, just shut it

How much he make?

It don’t match his rate, he got nothing to say

Boy, pump your brakes

My homie from Brooklyn, so I came with a shank

My check cleared on the way to the bank, I just turned twenty

How big is my b-roll?

Seen so many zeros, I clutch at the bank

Out of town, I got rank, LA, I keep dank

Don’t condone stealing, nigga, we gon' cut your fucking hands

She want my blood DNA in her body, no playin'

You gon' pop this pill today, no ties, cut the strings

He on molly, all ten, you still do that?

I’m just sayin'

Thinking that shit make him man and his ho pop Xans

She just burnt up with her man

Go get some money, that’s all I’m sayin'

I know some niggas down for life in the can

They watchin' from the 'Gram while I’m postin' when I land

I told that bitch in the back of the Wraith I’m not mortal

Vibe in LA rockin' Coco, sniff coco

Me and Lil Keed used to talk on the 'Rola

Came from the bottom, I think we was broke

Got my first fifty and bought me some chokers

Rolling big doobs, I don’t do the skimps

I’m a big smoker, I don’t need a roller

Came first in the game, I need me a trophy

Mama ain’t like cookin', warm up the stove

Jumped to a check, so they can’t tell me nothin'

Boy, get your feet off my motherfuckin' sofa

He point the blicky, but he gonna bluff

Niggas know 'round my way, it get ugly

Them two Conley Road boys came from nothin'

Niggas keep talkin', I don’t wanna be buddy

Make over a hundred or, nigga, just shut it