More songs by A$AP Rocky
Description
Composer, Lyricist: Rakim Mayers
Composer, Lyricist: James Scheffer
Keyboards, Producer, Programmer: Jim Jonsin
Keyboards, Co- Producer, Programmer: Finatik
Composer, Lyricist, Producer: Rico Love
Guitar, Composer, Lyricist, Co- Producer: Frank Romano
Keyboards, Co- Producer: Zac
Composer, Lyricist: Michael Mulé
Composer, Lyricist: Isaac De Boni
Background Vocal, Composer, Lyricist: Laura Jane Lowther
Recording Engineer: Nikolas Marzouca
Assistant Engineer: Matt Huber
Assistant Engineer: Nathan Burgess
Assistant Engineer: Dana Richard
Recording Engineer: Hector Delgado
Recording Engineer: Daniel Lynas
Mixing Engineer: Robert Marks
Lyrics and translation
Original
I thought I'd probably die in prison. Expensive tastin' women.
Ain't had no pot to piss in. Now my kitchen full of dishes. Nose bloody from that sniffin'.
Yo heroin addiction. Trigger finger itchin'. Fuck parental supervision.
This that murder business. Little timid got that semi.
I ain't kiddin', hide yo kittens. Hit yo children's with that Smith & Wesson.
A bunch of ignorant little niggas, 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 missin'. Catch you slippin' then it's Christmas.
Motherfuck a wish list. My ghetto was ambition. For my Benjis and my Bentley and them bitches.
Now I gets gets. On the road to riches. Of diamond rings, designer jeans.
Soakin' 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 feelin' empty. Tell the reaper come and get me.
Who said you can't live forever life?
Of course
I'm livin' forever, I.
Forever I live long.
You can't ever deny my flaws. I'm livin' forever, I.
Forever I -live.
-Ridin' through your city like that motherfucker mine. Or tokin' on that semi, rob a motherfucker blind.
License plate say wipe me down. Car from 1989.
But a nigga sit so pretty, call that motherfucker fine. Lost your motherfuckin' mind. What's on your mind?
Niggas talkin' down. Never talk to cops, make her talk to God.
When I tote that nine, you ain't talkin' now. Tell 'em watch your spine, I mean watch your back.
Better guard your track, better not look back.
Better stay in line, don't step on cracks or you break her back. I'm talkin' 'bout your mom. 'Cause it's killers in my time.
Makin' hits, sniffin' lines. Out committin' crimes. Wait for shit that's semi-dime.
Corrupted little minds. Eight and nine, finna shine. On the grind, know you dirty.
Put that semi-semi in ya. Where they shoot without a purpose.
Services and hearses. Kids who ain't deserve it can't survive, but then you're worthless.
Strangers make me nervous.
Who's that peekin' in my window with the pistol to my curtains?
Who said you can't live forever life?
Of course
I'm livin' forever, I.
Forever I live long.
You can't ever deny my flaws.
I'm livin' forever, I.
Forever I -live. -Pretty nigga rich. Flocka 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. -Who said you can't live forever life?
Of course I'm livin' forever, I.
Forever I live long.
You can't ever deny my flaws. I'm livin' forever, I. Forever I