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