[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] I thought I'd probably die in prison, expensive taste in women Ain't had no pot to piss in, now my kitchen full of dishes Nose bloody from that sniffin', your heroin addiction Trigger finger itching fuck parental supervision This be that murder business, little Timmy got that semi I ain't kidding hide yo kittens, hit yo children with that Smith and A bunch of ignant little niglets, hard headed, never listen Purple sippin', finger twistin', teeth glisten like it's Memphis A bunch of hypocritic Christians, the land of no religion My Santa Claus was missing, catch you slippin' then it's Christmas Motherfuck a wishlist, my ghetto was ambition For my benjis and my Bentley, and them bitches now I gets gets On the road to riches, a diamond rings, designer jeans Toking on that biscuit till I'm no longer existing I wonder if they miss me, as long as I make history Now my soul is feeling empty, tell the reaper come and get me
[Hook: A$AP Rocky] Who said you can’t live forever lied Of course, I’m living forever I’ll Forever, I’ll live long You can’t ever deny My flaws, I’m living forever I’ll Forever, I’ll LIVE
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] Riding through your city like that motherfucka mine Or toking on that semi, rob a motherfucka blind License plate says wipe me down, car from 1989 But a nigga sits so pretty call that motherfucker fine Lost your 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 talking now Tell 'em watch your spine, I mean watch your back Better guide your track, better not look back Now stay in line, don't step on cracks So you break her back I'm talking 'bout your mom Cause there's killers in my town, making hits, sniffing lines Out committing crimes, wait for shit to simmer down Corrupted little minds, 8 and 9, finna shine On the grind, do you dirty with that shimmy shimmy ya Where they shoot without a purpose, services 'n hearses Kids who ain't deserve it, can't survive a thing, you're worthless Strangers make me nervous, who's that peekin' in my window with a pistol to my curtains?
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[Outro] Pretty nigga rich, Flacko be the shit And that bitch, know we poppin' so she boppin' on this dick Nigga, R.I.P. to PIMP, can't forget Little Flip And I take it out to Memphis so shout out to triple six
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