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[Verse 1: A$AP
I thought I'd probably die in prison, taste in women
had no pot to piss in, now my kitchen full of dishes
Nose from that sniffin', your heroin addiction
Trigger finger fuck parental supervision
Be that murder business, little got that semi
I kidding hide yo kittens, hit yo children with that Smith and
A bunch of ignant niglets, hard headed, never listen
sippin', finger twistin', teeth glisten like it's Memphis
A of hypocritic Christians, the land of no religion
My Santa Claus was missing, catch you slippin' it's Christmas
Motherfuck a wishlist, my ghetto was
For my benjis and my Bentley, and them bitches now I gets
On the to riches, a diamond rings, designer jeans
Toking on that biscuit I'm no longer existing
I wonder if they me, as long as I make history
Now my soul is feeling empty, tell the reaper and get me

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

[Verse 2: Rocky]
Riding through city like that motherfucka mine
Or on that semi, rob a motherfucka blind
License plate says me down, car from 1989
But a sits so pretty call that motherfucker fine
Lost your motherfucking mind, what's on your mind niggas down
Never talk to cops, him talk God when I tote that 9, he ain't talking now
'em watch your spine, I mean watch your back
Better guide track, better not look back
Now stay in line, don't step on
So you break her back I'm '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, shine
On the grind, do you dirty with shimmy shimmy ya
they shoot without a purpose, services 'n hearses
Kids who ain't 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 bitch, know 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 out to Triple Six