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[Verse 1: A$AP
I thought I'd die in prison, expensive taste in women
Ain't had no pot to piss in, now my kitchen of dishes
bloody from that sniffin', your heroin addiction
Trigger itching fuck parental supervision
Be that business, little Timmy got that semi
I ain't hide yo kittens, hit yo children with that Smith and
A bunch of ignant little niglets, hard headed, listen
Purple sippin', finger twistin', teeth glisten like it's
A bunch of hypocritic Christians, the land of no
My Claus was missing, catch you slippin' then it's Christmas
Motherfuck a wishlist, my was ambition
For my benjis and my Bentley, and them bitches now I gets
On the road to riches, a diamond rings, jeans
Toking on that biscuit I'm no longer existing
I wonder if they miss me, as long as I history
Now my soul is empty, tell the reaper come and get me

[Hook: A$AP
Who said you can't forever lied
Of course, I'm living I'll
Forever, I'll long
You can't deny
My flaws, I'm living forever
Forever, LIVE

[Verse 2: A$AP
Riding through your city like motherfucka mine
Or toking on that semi, rob a motherfucka
License plate says wipe me down, car from
But a nigga so pretty call that motherfucker fine
your motherfucking mind, what's on your mind niggas talking down
Never talk to cops, make him talk God when I that 9, he ain't talking now
Tell 'em your spine, I mean watch your back
Better guide your track, better not look
Now stay in line, don't step on
So you her back I'm talking 'bout your mom
there's killers in my town, making hits, sniffing lines
Out crimes, wait for shit to simmer down
Corrupted little minds, 8 and 9, shine
On the grind, do you dirty with that shimmy ya
Where they shoot without a purpose, 'n hearses
Kids who deserve it, can't survive a thing, you're worthless
Strangers make me nervous, who's that peekin' in my window with a pistol to my

Pretty nigga rich, be the shit
And that bitch, we poppin' so she boppin' on this dick
Nigga, R.I.P. to PIMP, forget Little Flip
And I take it out to Memphis so shout out to Six