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immortal
Hip-Hop/Rap
immortal was released on March 28, 2026 by lemanntrn as a part of the album index lp
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Release DateMarch 28, 2026
Labellemanntrn
LanguagePolish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM139

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
lemann
lemann
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
indexvi
indexvi
Songwriter
Aleksander Lemański
Aleksander Lemański
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
indexvi
indexvi
Producer

Lyrics

I've made a mistake, now I'll fix it
Big stacks on the table, my visions
Y'all be looking like fishsticks
Too trash to be calling the big leagues
And my legion's on go, carry couple bands in my Rick Owens tote
I don't wanna split with your sorry ass bro
Got more beats than you probably know of songs
Dropped my name on the list cuz I'm too close with the night
Doing this till I'm dead cuz I waited for it my whole life
Won't listen to you explainin', my money's calling its' time
Step in with the Marty's, I've been immortalized
And you can't change shit 'bout the way i have been movin'
When i hear that bitch, yeah, I be in confusion
Throw your oldhead beats out, I am movin' in with new shit
I wont never ever let a label waste my music
I took a breather for half a year, now I'm pulling it back
You thought I was done, sorry boy, I'm better than that
I keep it coming, watch out for your pack
Checked your shit, couldn't help but laugh
You're too far gone, cannot save your trash
(You're too far gone, cannot save your trash)
Don't need anybody in this city, except my team
I am way above the world, you just stay in your seat
Riding round in this big body tank, lurking on the streets
In my head, I'm still walking around, checking out Berlin
I'm done with the lean, couldn't feel a thing
I open my wallet, the bands need to breathe
Eyes of my window, what's going on here
They knock on the door, won't let bitches in
I've made a mistake, now I'll fix it
Big stacks on the table, my visions
Y'all be looking like fishsticks
Too trash to be calling the big leagues
And my legion's on go, carry couple bands in my Rick Owens tote
I don't wanna split with your sorry ass bro
Got more beats than you probably know of songs
Dropped my name on the list cuz I'm too close with the night
Doing this till I'm dead cuz I waited for it my whole life
Won't listen to you explainin', my money's calling its' time
Step in with the Marty's, I've been immortalized
Stepped in with the Marty's, don't bother with parties
I sipped on some muddy, my wrist looking icy
Your pieces don't hit, I regret nothing
I will be forbidden, till I am bedridden
Stand on my stack, it can reach the ceiling
Speeding so much, can't beat that feeling
Try to catch up, boy, you'll go missing
What you say, I'm not hearing right
For my freedom I'll always fight
I can take away your human right
In my hand got the key to the tower
If you're hating, gotta speak up louder
(Dropped my name on the list cuz I'm too close with the night)
If you're hating, gotta speak up louder
(Won't listen to you explainin', my money's calling its' time)
Gotta speak up louder
Written by: Aleksander Lemański, index vi
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