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[Verse 1: Rocky]
I thought I'd probably die in prison, expensive taste in
Ain't had no pot to piss in, now my full of dishes
bloody from that sniffin', your heroin addiction
Trigger finger itching fuck parental
Be that murder business, little Timmy got that
I ain't kidding hide yo kittens, hit yo children with that and
A bunch of ignant little niglets, hard headed, listen
Purple sippin', finger twistin', glisten like it's Memphis
A of hypocritic Christians, the land of no religion
My Santa Claus was missing, you slippin' then it's Christmas
Motherfuck a wishlist, my was ambition
For my benjis and my Bentley, and bitches now I gets gets
On the road to riches, a diamond rings, jeans
Toking on that biscuit till I'm no longer
I wonder if they me, as long as I make history
Now my soul is feeling empty, the reaper come and get me

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

2: A$AP Rocky]
Riding your city like that motherfucka mine
Or toking on that semi, rob a blind
License plate says wipe me down, car 1989
But a nigga sits so pretty call that motherfucker
Lost your motherfucking mind, what's on your 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 your
Better guide your track, not look back
Now stay in line, don't on cracks
So you break her back I'm talking 'bout mom
Cause there's in my town, making hits, sniffing lines
Out committing crimes, wait for to simmer down
Corrupted little minds, 8 and 9, finna
On the grind, do you dirty with that shimmy ya
Where they without a purpose, services 'n hearses
Kids who deserve it, can't survive a thing, you're worthless
make me nervous, who's that peekin' in my window with a pistol to my curtains?

Pretty nigga rich, Flacko be the
And that bitch, know we so she boppin' on this dick
Nigga, R.I.P. to PIMP, can't forget Flip
And I take it out to Memphis so out to Triple Six