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[Verse 1: Rocky]
I thought I'd probably die in prison, expensive in women
Ain't had no pot to piss in, now my full of dishes
Nose bloody that sniffin', your heroin addiction
Trigger finger itching parental supervision
Be that business, little Timmy got that semi
I ain't hide yo kittens, hit yo children with that Smith and
A bunch of little niglets, hard headed, never listen
Purple sippin', finger twistin', teeth glisten like it's
A bunch of Christians, the land of no religion
My Claus was missing, catch 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 that biscuit till I'm no existing
I wonder if they miss me, as long as I make
Now my soul is feeling empty, the reaper come and get me

[Hook: A$AP
Who you can't live forever lied
Of course, I'm forever I'll
Forever, live long
You ever deny
My flaws, I'm living I'll
Forever, LIVE

[Verse 2: A$AP
Riding through your city like motherfucka mine
Or toking on that semi, rob a blind
License plate says me down, car from 1989
But a nigga so pretty call that motherfucker fine
Lost motherfucking mind, what's on your mind niggas talking down
Never talk to cops, make him talk God when I tote 9, he ain't talking now
Tell 'em watch your spine, I mean your back
Better guide your track, better not back
Now stay in line, step on cracks
So you break her back I'm 'bout your mom
Cause there's killers in my town, making hits, sniffing
Out committing crimes, wait for to simmer down
Corrupted minds, 8 and 9, finna shine
On the grind, do you dirty with that shimmy ya
Where they shoot without a purpose, services 'n
Kids who ain't deserve it, can't survive a thing, worthless
Strangers make me nervous, who's that peekin' in my with a pistol to my curtains?

Pretty rich, Flacko be the shit
And that bitch, know we 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