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[Verse 1: Rocky]
I thought I'd die in prison, expensive taste in women
Ain't had no pot to in, now my kitchen full of dishes
Nose bloody from that sniffin', heroin addiction
finger itching fuck parental supervision
Be that murder business, little got that semi
I ain't kidding hide yo kittens, hit yo with that Smith and
A of ignant little niglets, hard headed, never listen
Purple sippin', finger twistin', teeth glisten like Memphis
A bunch of Christians, the land of no religion
My Claus was missing, catch you slippin' then it's Christmas
Motherfuck a wishlist, my was ambition
For my and my Bentley, and them bitches now I gets gets
On the road to riches, a diamond rings, jeans
Toking on that biscuit till I'm no existing
I wonder if they miss me, as as I make 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 forever
Forever, I'll live
You ever deny
My flaws, I'm forever I'll
Forever, LIVE

2: A$AP Rocky]
Riding through your city like that mine
Or toking on that semi, rob a blind
License plate wipe me down, car from 1989
But a nigga sits so pretty that motherfucker fine
Lost your motherfucking mind, what's on mind niggas talking down
Never talk to cops, make him talk God I tote that 9, he ain't talking now
Tell 'em your spine, I mean watch your back
Better guide your track, better not back
Now stay in line, don't on cracks
So you break her back I'm talking 'bout mom
Cause 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 that shimmy shimmy ya
they shoot without a purpose, services 'n hearses
Kids who ain't deserve it, can't survive a thing, worthless
Strangers make me nervous, that peekin' in my window with a pistol to my curtains?

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