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[Verse 1: Rocky]
I thought I'd die in prison, expensive taste in women
had no pot to piss in, now my kitchen full of dishes
Nose bloody from that sniffin', your addiction
Trigger finger fuck parental supervision
Be that business, little Timmy 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', twistin', teeth glisten like it's Memphis
A of hypocritic Christians, the land of no religion
My Claus was missing, catch you slippin' then it's Christmas
a wishlist, my ghetto was ambition
For my benjis and my Bentley, and them now I gets gets
On the to riches, a diamond rings, designer jeans
on that biscuit till I'm no longer existing
I wonder if they miss me, as long as I history
Now my soul is feeling empty, the reaper come and get me

[Hook: A$AP
Who said you can't live lied
Of course, I'm forever I'll
Forever, I'll long
You can't ever
My flaws, I'm forever I'll
Forever, LIVE

[Verse 2: Rocky]
Riding your city like that 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 motherfucking mind, on your mind niggas talking down
Never talk to cops, make him God when I tote that 9, he ain't talking now
Tell 'em watch your spine, I mean watch back
Better guide your track, better not back
Now stay in line, don't on cracks
So you break her 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 little minds, 8 and 9, finna
On the grind, do you dirty with that shimmy ya
Where they shoot without a purpose, services 'n
who ain't deserve it, can't survive a thing, you're worthless
Strangers make me nervous, who's peekin' in my window with a pistol to my curtains?

Pretty rich, Flacko be the shit
And bitch, know we poppin' so she boppin' on this dick
Nigga, R.I.P. to PIMP, forget Little Flip
And I take it out to Memphis so out to Triple Six