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[Verse 1: A$AP
I thought I'd probably die in prison, expensive taste in
Ain't had no pot to piss in, now my full of dishes
Nose bloody from that sniffin', your addiction
Trigger finger itching fuck parental
Be that murder business, little got that semi
I ain't kidding hide yo kittens, hit yo with that Smith and
A bunch of ignant little niglets, hard headed, never
Purple sippin', finger twistin', teeth glisten it's Memphis
A of hypocritic Christians, the land of no religion
My Santa Claus was missing, catch you then it's Christmas
Motherfuck a wishlist, my ghetto was
For my benjis and my Bentley, and them bitches now I gets
On the to riches, a diamond rings, designer jeans
Toking on that biscuit till I'm no longer
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 live lied
Of course, I'm living forever
Forever, I'll live
You ever deny
My flaws, I'm living I'll
Forever, I'll

[Verse 2: Rocky]
Riding through city like that motherfucka mine
Or toking on semi, rob a motherfucka blind
License plate says wipe me down, car 1989
But a nigga sits so pretty that motherfucker fine
your motherfucking mind, what's on your mind 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 watch your back
Better guide your track, not look back
Now in line, don't step on cracks
So you her back I'm talking 'bout your mom
there's killers in my town, making hits, sniffing lines
Out committing crimes, wait for shit to down
little minds, 8 and 9, finna 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, can't a thing, you're worthless
Strangers make me nervous, who's that peekin' in my 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, forget Little Flip
And I it out to Memphis so shout out to Triple Six