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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 kitchen of dishes
bloody from that sniffin', your heroin addiction
Trigger finger itching fuck supervision
Be that murder business, little Timmy got semi
I ain't kidding hide yo kittens, hit yo children with 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 Santa Claus was missing, catch you then it's Christmas
Motherfuck a wishlist, my was ambition
For my benjis and my Bentley, and them now I gets gets
On the road to riches, a diamond rings, designer
Toking on that biscuit I'm no longer existing
I if they miss me, as long as I make history
Now my soul is feeling empty, tell the come and get me

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

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