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[Verse 1: A$AP
I I'd probably die in prison, expensive taste in women
had no pot to piss in, now my kitchen full of dishes
Nose bloody that sniffin', your heroin addiction
Trigger itching fuck parental supervision
Be that murder business, little got that semi
I ain't kidding hide yo kittens, hit yo children with 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 Claus was missing, catch you slippin' then it's Christmas
Motherfuck a wishlist, my was ambition
For my benjis and my Bentley, and them bitches now I gets
On the road to riches, a diamond rings, designer
Toking on that till I'm no longer existing
I wonder if they miss me, as as I make history
Now my soul is feeling empty, tell the come and get me

A$AP Rocky]
Who you can't live forever lied
Of course, I'm forever I'll
Forever, live long
You can't ever
My flaws, I'm forever I'll
Forever, I'll

[Verse 2: A$AP
Riding through your city like that mine
Or toking on that semi, rob a blind
License plate says me down, car from 1989
But a nigga sits so pretty call that motherfucker
Lost your motherfucking mind, what's on your mind talking down
Never talk to cops, make him talk God when I tote 9, he ain't talking now
Tell 'em watch your spine, I mean watch back
Better guide your track, better not look
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, hits, sniffing lines
Out committing crimes, wait for to simmer down
Corrupted little minds, 8 and 9, shine
On the grind, do you dirty with that 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, who's that peekin' in my window 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 forget Flip
And I it out to Memphis so shout out to Triple Six