Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A$AP Rocky
A$AP Rocky
Vocals
J. Jonsin
J. Jonsin
Programming
Finatik
Finatik
Keyboards
Zac
Zac
Keyboards
Laura Jane Lowther
Laura Jane Lowther
Background Vocals
Frank Romano
Frank Romano
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rakim Mayers
Rakim Mayers
Songwriter
James Scheffer
James Scheffer
Songwriter
Michael Mule
Michael Mule
Songwriter
Isaac De Boni
Isaac De Boni
Songwriter
Laura Jane Lowther
Laura Jane Lowther
Songwriter
Frank Romano
Frank Romano
Songwriter
Richard Preston Butler Jr
Richard Preston Butler Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Jonsin
J. Jonsin
Producer
Finatik
Finatik
Co-Producer
Rico Love
Rico Love
Producer
Frank Romano
Frank Romano
Co-Producer
Zac
Zac
Co-Producer
Nikolas Marzouca
Nikolas Marzouca
Recording Engineer
Matt Huber
Matt Huber
Assistant Engineer
Nathan Burgess
Nathan Burgess
Assistant Engineer
Dana Richard
Dana Richard
Assistant Engineer
Hector Delgado
Hector Delgado
Recording Engineer
Daniel Lynas
Daniel Lynas
Recording Engineer
Robert Marks
Robert Marks
Mixing Engineer
Lord Flacko
Lord Flacko
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh
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 kiddin', hide yo' kittens, hit yo' childrens with that Smith and
A bunch of ignant little niglets, hard-headed, never listen
Pur-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, get
On the road to riches, a diamond ring, designer jeans
Choking 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
[Chorus]
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 force, I'm living forever, I'll, forever I'll live
[Verse 2]
Ridin' through your city like that motherfucker mine
Or choking on that semi, rob a motherfucker blind
License plate say wipe me down, car from 1989
But a **** sits so pretty, call that motherfucker fine
Lost your motherfuckin' mind, what's on your mind, **** talkin' down
Never talk to cops, make him talk to 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
Or you break ho back, I'm talkin' 'bout your mom
'Cause there's killers in my town, making hits, sniffing lines (Yeah)
Out committing crimes, wait for shit to simmer down (Uh)
Corrupted little minds, eight and nine, finna shine
On the grind, do you dirty with that shimmy, shimmy, yeah
[Verse 3]
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?
[Chorus]
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 force, I'm living forever, I'll, forever I'll live
[Verse 4]
Pretty ****-rich, Flacko be the shit
And that bitch, know we poppin' so she poppin' on this dick
****, R.I.P to Pimp, can't forget Little Flip
And I take it out to Memphis and shout out to Triple Six
[Chorus]
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 force, I'm living forever, I'll, forever I'll live
Written by: Frank Romano, Isaac De Boni, James Scheffer, Laura Jane Lowther, Michael Mule, Rakim Mayers, Richard Butler R., Rico Love
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