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[Verse 1: Rocky]
I thought I'd die in prison, expensive taste in women
Ain't had no pot to piss in, now my kitchen of dishes
bloody from that sniffin', your heroin addiction
Trigger finger fuck parental supervision
Be that murder business, little Timmy got that
I ain't kidding hide yo kittens, hit yo with that Smith and
A of ignant little niglets, hard headed, never listen
sippin', finger twistin', teeth glisten like it's Memphis
A bunch of hypocritic Christians, the land of no
My Claus was missing, catch 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, designer
Toking on that biscuit I'm no longer existing
I wonder if they miss me, as long as I history
Now my soul is empty, tell the reaper come and get me

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

2: A$AP Rocky]
Riding through your city like motherfucka mine
Or toking on semi, rob a motherfucka blind
License says wipe me down, car from 1989
But a nigga sits so pretty that motherfucker fine
Lost your mind, what's on your mind niggas talking down
Never talk to cops, make him talk God when I that 9, he ain't talking now
Tell 'em watch your spine, I mean your back
Better guide track, better not look back
Now stay in line, don't on cracks
So you break her back I'm talking your mom
Cause there's killers in my town, making hits, lines
Out committing crimes, wait for shit to simmer
little minds, 8 and 9, finna shine
On the grind, do you dirty with shimmy shimmy ya
Where they 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 with a to my curtains?

Pretty nigga rich, be the shit
And that bitch, know we poppin' so she boppin' on dick
Nigga, R.I.P. to PIMP, forget Little Flip
And I take it out to so shout out to Triple Six