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A$AP Rocky
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Jim Jonsin
Программирование
Finatik
Клавишные инструменты
Zac
Клавишные инструменты
Laura Jane Lowther
Бэк-вокал
Frank Romano
Гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Rakim Mayers
Автор песен
James Scheffer
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Michael Mule
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Isaac De Boni
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Laura Jane Lowther
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Frank Romano
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Richard Preston Butler Jr
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Jim Jonsin
Продюсер
Finatik
Сопродюсер
Rico Love
Продюсер
Zac
Сопродюсер
Nikolas Marzouca
Инженер звукозаписи
Matt Huber
Ассистент инженера
Nathan Burgess
Ассистент инженера
Dana Richard
Ассистент инженера
Daniel Lynas
Инженер звукозаписи
Robert Marks
Миксинг-инженер
Frank Romano
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Tom Coyne
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Слова
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 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
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
Riding through your city like that motherfucka mine
Or choking 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 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
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, eight and nine, finna shine
On the grind, do you dirty with that shimmy shimmy ya
When 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?
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
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
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
Writer(s): Richard Butler, James Scheffer, Frank Romano, Isaac John D De Boni, Michael John Mule, Rakim Mayers, Laura Jane Lowther
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