Trippie Redd collaborated with The Game on “Immortal.” Though the chorus hints at a more introspective approach, the verse finds Trippie peddling his lewdest sexual fantasies, leaving us wondering how the repeated genocide of his own unborn children can possibly lead to his own immortality.

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Quotable Lyrics

N***as die young where I’m from
Mamas cry young where I’m from, cops, we outrun
It’s Westside Compton, bullets, you don’t make it out without one
Death or jail, that’s the outcome, we smoke without lungs
If you ’bout some’, don’t fold when the drought come, n***

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