The Immortal Lyrics

Mannerisms of a grown Bobby Dinero

Hyperion you niggas Helios

One eye on the clock one on the sparrow

Tryna be the hero, game winning shot right in your stereo

And doctor told me every next spliff is a year off I guess I'm zero

Fucking ho's until I'm sterile

And ever since new years 2011 I need several at a time

Fuck a wedding why, cause them fucking coppers took my niggas lives

Now they spirits is mine

They at the finishing line and I'm still on Gilligan's Isle

Or the matrix or whatever

Collecting cheese bread and lettuce

Cash transactions finna retire my debits

Unreal, this bitch want a rum cream

Zeen, that drink was unseen

She done fucked all a my niggas I'm the umpteenth

Now she telling me she love me ,nah

Mama put a couple bibles in the car

The day you were gone

My real niggas is down for whatever the cause

So if they need it then I got em its whatever the cost

We gon weather the storm

The guns for drugs trade made me

So none of you motherfuckers can break me down

Euphoria in a stick

I don't even remember my first spliff

Took the shackles off and confiscated the whip

No trampoline I reinvented flip

Selling hella products in the streets, no receipts

Using logic but I also trust my chi

Cheese cake I'm just tryna get a piece

All these niggas do is dream, I do not have time to sleep

All these niggas do is plan but they lack the bravery

I put one in the sheriff and one in the deputy

Skin blacker than the ashes of an effigy

Or a mawfuckin refugee at night fare war there is no testing me

Niggas been speaking sideways stop

Cause when we meet face to face I hear your bladder pop

I'm rarely out but if I am I'm at the studio

Only thing else I do for leisure time is foolish hoes

Mama put a couple bibles in the car

The day you were gone

My real niggas is down for whatever the cause

So if they need it then I got em its whatever the cost

We gon weather the storm

The guns for drugs trade made me

So none of you motherfuckers can break me down

Mini canon tucked in my Coogi Hi-tops

Nothing sticking out nigga check your eye drops

Risk taker hit maker my soul gold

Will power push ups keeps my chi strong

Cooler than Mike Posner That Merlot Monster

Use my finger rub it on the chronic word to Solomonic

Dropped that body and a nigga didn't even vomit

Then fucked a rachet with the lucky rubber in my wallet

All she know is bulla she never seen a croissant

I fucked her little sister at the back of my yard

Now they both acting up they think they B and Solange

But I ain't worried at all smoking on that elevator

Ughh Young mat black nigga

Where I'm from is just a spec on the atlas nigga

But Ima put my flag on my shoulders

And show them while strolling on my victory lap clap nigga