Lyrics:

[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?

[Hook]

[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

[Hook]