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J. Cole - Immortal (Lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Vocals
Nate Jones
Nate Jones
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carl McCormick
Carl McCormick
Songwriter
Jasmin Charles
Jasmin Charles
Songwriter
Margaux Whitney
Margaux Whitney
Songwriter
Jermaine Cole
Jermaine Cole
Songwriter
Chargaux
Chargaux
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Cole
J. Cole
Producer
Cardiak
Cardiak
Producer
Beatriz Artola
Beatriz Artola
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Frank Dukes
Frank Dukes
Producer
Gosha Usov
Gosha Usov
Assistant Engineer
Ibrahim Hamad for Dreamville
Ibrahim Hamad for Dreamville
Executive Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ohh Now I was barely 17, with a pocket full of hope Screamin', dollar and a dream with my closet lookin' broke And my niggas 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 Form with the plot 1-7, 45 Form at the plot Real niggas don't die Form on the plot Hood niggas don't lie Form on the plot My niggas don't die Form on the plot Real niggas don't die Form on the plot Real niggas don't die Real niggas don't die Have you ever seen a fiend cook crack on the spoon? Have you ever seen a nigga that was black on the moon? Have you ever seen your brother go to prison as you cried? Have you ever seen a motherfuckin' ribbon in the sky? Nope, all I see is that cream nigga, that green I'm a black king, black jeans on my black queen And her ass fat, too fat for a flat screen I'm the type of nigga make the whole fuckin' trap lean Kingpin, nigga put wings on a crack fiend If they want a nigga, they gon' have to send a SWAT team And I'm goin' out like Scarface in his last scene A legend, what that mean? Real niggas don't die Form with the plot 1-7, 45 Form at the plot Real niggas don't die Form on the plot Hood niggas don't lie Form on the plot My niggas don't die Form on the plot Real niggas don't die Form on the plot Real niggas don't die Real niggas don't die 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 Damn, death creepin' in my thoughts lately My one wish in this bitch make it quick if the Lord take me I know nobody meant to live forever anyway And so I hustle like my niggas in Virgini-A They tellin' niggas sell dope, rap or go to NBA In that order It's that sort of thinkin' that been keepin' niggas chained at the bottom and hanged The strangest fruit that you ever seen, ripe with pain Listen
Writer(s): Carl Mccormick, Jermaine Cole, Margaux Whitney, Jasmin Easterly Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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