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[Verse 1: Rocky]
I thought I'd die in prison, expensive taste in women
Ain't had no pot to piss in, now my kitchen full of
Nose bloody from that sniffin', your addiction
Trigger finger itching parental supervision
Be that murder business, little Timmy got semi
I ain't kidding hide yo kittens, hit yo children with that and
A of ignant little niglets, hard headed, never listen
Purple sippin', finger twistin', teeth like it's Memphis
A bunch of hypocritic Christians, the of no religion
My Santa Claus was missing, catch you slippin' then it's
a wishlist, my ghetto was ambition
For my benjis and my Bentley, and them bitches now I gets
On the road to riches, a diamond rings, jeans
on that biscuit till I'm no longer existing
I wonder if they me, as long as I make history
Now my is feeling empty, tell the reaper come and get me

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

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

Pretty nigga rich, be the shit
And that bitch, we poppin' so she boppin' on this dick
Nigga, R.I.P. to PIMP, can't Little Flip
And I take it out to so shout out to Triple Six