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

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

[Verse 2: Rocky]
Riding through your like that motherfucka mine
Or toking on that semi, rob a motherfucka
plate says wipe me down, car from 1989
But a sits so pretty call that motherfucker fine
Lost your motherfucking mind, what's on your niggas talking down
Never talk to cops, him talk God when I tote that 9, he ain't talking now
Tell 'em watch your spine, I mean watch your
Better guide track, better not look back
Now stay in line, don't on cracks
So you break her back I'm talking 'bout mom
Cause there's killers in my town, making hits, lines
Out committing crimes, for shit to simmer down
Corrupted little minds, 8 and 9, finna
On the grind, do you with that shimmy shimmy ya
Where they shoot without a purpose, services 'n
Kids who deserve it, can't survive a thing, you're worthless
Strangers make me nervous, that peekin' in my window with a pistol to my curtains?

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