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[Verse 1: A$AP
I I'd probably die in prison, expensive taste in women
Ain't had no pot to in, now my kitchen full of dishes
Nose bloody from that sniffin', your heroin
Trigger finger itching fuck parental
Be murder business, little Timmy got that semi
I ain't kidding hide yo kittens, hit yo children with that and
A bunch of ignant niglets, hard headed, never listen
Purple sippin', twistin', teeth glisten like it's Memphis
A bunch of hypocritic Christians, the 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 bitches now I gets gets
On the road to riches, a rings, designer jeans
Toking on that biscuit till I'm no longer
I if they miss me, as long as I make history
Now my soul is empty, tell the reaper come and get me

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

[Verse 2: Rocky]
Riding through your city like that mine
Or toking on that semi, rob a motherfucka
plate says wipe me down, car from 1989
But a nigga so pretty call that motherfucker fine
your motherfucking mind, what's on your mind niggas talking down
Never talk to cops, make him talk God I tote that 9, he ain't talking now
Tell 'em watch your spine, I watch your back
Better guide your track, not look back
Now stay in line, don't step on
So you break her back I'm 'bout your mom
there's killers 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 with that shimmy ya
Where shoot without a purpose, services 'n hearses
Kids who ain't 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 boppin' on this
Nigga, R.I.P. to PIMP, can't forget Flip
And I take it out to Memphis so shout out to Six