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[Verse 1: A$AP
I thought I'd probably die in prison, taste in women
Ain't had no pot to piss in, now my kitchen full of
Nose from that sniffin', your heroin addiction
Trigger finger itching fuck supervision
Be murder business, little Timmy 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 bunch of hypocritic Christians, the of no religion
My Santa Claus was missing, you slippin' then it's Christmas
Motherfuck a wishlist, my ghetto was
For my benjis and my Bentley, and them bitches now I gets
On the road to riches, a diamond rings, designer
Toking on biscuit till I'm no longer existing
I if they miss me, as long as I make history
Now my is feeling empty, tell the reaper come and get me

[Hook: A$AP
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 forever
Forever, I'll

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