Artist: A$AP Rocky Album: Long.Live.A$AP Song: Long.Live.A$AP Typed by: Cedmaster3K {*thunder booming for first 30 seconds*} [A$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 itchin', fuck parental supervision This be that murder business, little Timmy got that semi I ain't kiddin', 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 hypocrites and Christians, the land of no religion My Santa Claus was missing, catch you slippin' then it's Christmas Mother-FUCK 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 ring, designer jeans Choking on that biscuit 'til I'm no longer existin' 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 [Chorus: A$AP Rocky - singing] Who said, you can稚 live forever liiiiied Of course, I知 living forever I値llll, forever, I値llll, live long Yoooou can稚, ever dennnnny, my force I知 living forever I値llll, forever, I値llll (live) [A$AP Rocky] Ridin' through your city like that motherfucka mine Or chokin' on that semi, rob a motherfucka blind License plate says wipe me down, car from 1989 But a nigga sits so pretty call that motherfucka fine Lost your motherfuckin' mind, what's on your mind? Niggas talkin' down Never talk to cops, make him talk to God when I tote that 9, he ain't talkin' 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 talkin' 'bout your mom Cause there's killers in my town, makin' hits, sniffin' lines (yeah) Out committin' crimes, wait for shit to simmer down (uh) Corrupted little minds, 8 and 9, finna shine (yeah) On the grind, do you dirty with that shimmy shimmy ya Uhh, 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? {*gun cocks twice; two cha-ching sounds*} [Chorus] [A$AP Rocky] Pretty nigga rich, Flacko be the shit And that bitch, know we poppin' so she poppin' on this dick Nigga, R.I.P. to Pimp, can't forget Little Flip And I take it out to Memphis and shout out to Triple Six [Chorus] - unknown female sings along