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letra de immortal - j. cole

[intro]
ohh…

[verse 1]
now i was barely seventeen with a pocket full of hope
screamin’, dollar and a dream with my closet lookin’ broke
and my n-gg-‘s lookin’ clean, gettin’ caught up with that dope
have you ever served a fiend with a pocket full of soap?
n-gg- 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 bowflex
get my weight up on the block, keep watch for the cops
god they love to serve a n-gg- 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 n-gg-s dead in the dirt
immortalized on this shirt

[hook]
real n-gg-s don’t die
forward with the plot
one-seven-forty-five
for him at the plot
real n-gg-s don’t die
form him on the block
hood n-gg-s don’t lie
for him in the plot
my n-gg-s don’t die
for him on the block
real n-gg-s don’t die
for him on the block
real n-gg-s don’t die
real n-gg-s don’t die

[verse 2]
have you ever seen a fiend cook crack on the spoon?
have you ever seen a n-gg- that was black on the moon?
have you ever seen your brother go to prison as you cried?
have you ever seen a motherf-ckin’ ribbon in the sky?
nope, all i see is that c.r.e.a.m n-gg-, that green
i’m a black king, black jeans on my black queen
and her -ss fat, too fat for a flat screen
i’m the type of n-gg- make the whole f-ckin’ trap lean
kingpin n-gg-, put wings on a crack fiend
if they want a n-gg-, they gon’ have to send a swat team
and i’m goin’ out like scarface in his last scene
a legend, what that mean—?

[hook]
real n-gg-s don’t die
forward with the plot
one-seven-forty-five
form at the plot
real n-gg-s don’t die
form on the plot
hood n-gg-s don’t lie
form on the plot
my n-gg-s don’t die
for ’em the block
real n-gg-s don’t die
for ’em the block
real n-gg-s don’t die
real n-gg-s don’t die

[outro]
to die a young legend or live a long life unfulfilled
cause you wanna change the world
but while alive you never will
cause they only feel you after you gone, or i’ve been told
and now i’m caught between bein’ heard and gettin’ old
d-mn, death creepin’ in my thoughts lately
my one wish in this b-tch make it quick if the lord take me
i know n-body meant to live forever anyway
and so i hustle like my n-gg-s in virgini-a
they tellin’ n-gg-s sell dope, rap or go to nba, in that order
it’s that sort of thinkin’ that been keepin’ n-gg-s chained
at the bottom and hanged
the strangest fruit that you ever seen
ripe with pain, listen…

- j cole

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