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Long Live A$AP
A$AP Rocky Lyrics


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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 childrens with that Smith an'
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 wish list, 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 'til 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 flaws, I'm living forever I'll, forever I'll live

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 it, then 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 flaws, 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 and 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 flaws, I'm living forever I'll, forever I'll live

Overall Meaning

The opening verse of A$AP Rocky's "Long Live A$AP" lays out the rapper's backstory in stark terms. He describes his previous life, filled with poverty and drug addiction, while also detailing his current affinity for luxury and excess. In this sense, the verse acts as a kind of autobiography, charting the rapper's journey from struggle to success.


The verse also touches on themes of violence and rebellion, with Rocky asserting his independence and rejecting traditional authority figures. As a result, the lyrics may be seen as emblematic of the broader cultural implications of hip-hop, a genre that has often been tied to expressions of anti-establishment sentiment and social unrest.


This sense of defiance and rebellion is echoed throughout the rest of the song, with Rocky celebrating his status as a wealthy, powerful figure with the ability to indulge his every whim. At the same time, he acknowledges the dangers that come with his newfound success, offering a somber reflection on the fragility of life and the need to make an impact while one still can.


Overall, "Long Live A$AP" is a complex and multilayered work that touches on a range of themes and ideas, from the struggles of everyday life to the allure of wealth and power. Through it all, Rocky demonstrates his lyrical prowess and his ability to capture the essence of contemporary hip-hop culture.


Line by Line Meaning

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An opening sound that sets the tone of the song


I thought I'd probably die in prison, expensive taste in women
The artist had once believed that he would end up in jail and now is able to indulge in the finer things in life


Ain't had no pot to piss in, now my kitchen full of dishes
The artist has come a long way from poverty and now has an abundance of material possessions


Nose bloody from that sniffin', your heroin addiction
The artist alludes to the dangers of drug addiction and the personal struggles he has faced


Trigger finger itching fuck parental supervision
The artist implies that he is free to do as he pleases and disregards authority figures


This be that murder business, little Timmy got that semi
The lyrics refer to the violent lifestyle the artist and his peers live and the risk of being caught by the law


I ain't kidding hide yo kittens, hit yo childrens with that Smith an'
The artist uses crude language to express his disregard for the safety of others


A bunch of ignant little niglets, hard headed, never listen
The artist portrays a negative image of his community, highlighting the lack of guidance and discipline among his peers


Purple sippin', finger twistin', teeth glisten like it's Memphis
The artist describes his luxurious lifestyle and refers to the flashy culture of Memphis


A bunch of hypocritic Christians, the land of no religion
The artist critiques the religious beliefs and values of his community


My Santa Claus was missing, catch you slippin' then it's Christmas
The artist suggests that he is capable of harming those who have wronged him


Motherfuck a wish list, my ghetto was ambition
The artist dismisses the idea of wishful thinking and emphasizes the importance of hard work to achieve his goals


For my Benjis and my Bentley, and them bitches now I gets gets
The artist boasts about his wealth and his success with women


On the road to riches, a diamond rings, designer jeans
The artist describes the luxurious lifestyle he leads and his pursuit of wealth


Toking on that biscuit 'til I'm no longer existing
The artist references his use of drugs and suggests that it has taken a toll on his well-being


I wonder if they miss me, as long as I make history
The artist expresses his desire for recognition and fame, questioning whether his legacy will be remembered


Now my soul is feeling empty, tell the reaper come and get me
The artist reflects on his life and suggests that he has lost his sense of purpose and is ready to die


Who said you can't live forever lied
The artist challenges the idea that mortality is inevitable and suggests that he will be remembered for eternity


Of course, I'm living forever I'll, forever I'll live long
The artist reiterates his belief that he will not be forgotten and will live on forever


You can't ever deny
The artist challenges anyone who disagrees with his beliefs and ideas


My flaws, I'm living forever I'll, forever I'll live
The artist acknowledges his imperfections but maintains that he will live on for eternity


Riding through your city like that motherfucka mine
The artist asserts his dominance and suggests that he is in control of his surroundings


Or toking on that semi, rob a motherfucka blind
The artist references his drug use and hints at the violent behavior he and his peers may engage in


License plate says wipe me down, car from 1989
The artist describes his car, emphasizing its outdated appearance but also its uniqueness


But a nigga sits so pretty, call that motherfucker fine
The artist suggests that despite the appearance of his car, he still looks good and takes pride in his possessions


Lost your motherfucking mind, what's on your mind niggas talking down
The artist confronts those who have doubted or criticized him and questions their motives


Never talk to cops, make him talk God when I tote that 9, he ain't talking now
The artist highlights the dangers of cooperating with the police and suggests that he is willing to use violence to protect himself


Tell 'em watch your spine, I mean watch your back
The artist warns others to be cautious and protect themselves


Better guide your track, better not look back
The artist emphasizes the importance of staying focused on one's goals and not being distracted by the past


Now stay in line, don't step on cracks
The artist suggests that there are rules and boundaries that must be followed to avoid trouble


So you break her back I'm talking 'bout your mom
The artist uses vulgar language and imagery to assert his dominance and degrade others


'Cause there's killers in my town, making hits, sniffing lines
The artist alludes to the violent and drug-fueled culture of his community


Out committing crimes, wait for shit to simmer down
The artist describes the dangerous and unpredictable nature of his community and suggests that some individuals wait for opportunities to commit crimes


Corrupted little minds, 8 and 9, finna shine
The artist criticizes the youth in his community for being influenced by negative influences and glamorizing violence and criminal behavior


On the grind, do you dirty with that shimmy shimmy ya
The artist implies that he is willing to use deceit and trickery to get ahead


Where they shoot without a purpose, services 'n hearses
The artist describes the violence and senselessness of some of the crimes committed in his community


Kids who ain't deserve it, can't survive it, then you're worthless
The artist laments the tragic consequences of violence and aggression, and implies that those who can't cope with it are deemed worthless


Strangers make me nervous, who's that peekin' in my window with a pistol to my curtains?
The artist suggests that he is constantly cautious and aware of the danger that surrounds him


Pretty nigga rich, Flacko be the shit
The artist boasts about his success and appearance


And that bitch, know we poppin' so she boppin' on this dick
The artist objectifies women and implies that they are attracted to him because of his status and wealth


Nigga, R.I.P. to Pimp, can't forget Little Flip
The artist pays tribute to other rappers who have influenced him or are from the same region


And I take it out to Memphis and shout out to Triple Six
The artist references Memphis and the Three 6 Mafia rap group, acknowledging their importance to his own music and style




Lyrics Β© BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Isaac John De Boni, Rico Love, Laura Jane Lowther, Rakim Mayers, Michael John Mule, Frank Romano, James Gregory Scheffer

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@tommynobaka

The chorus was wayyyyyy ahead of its time for hip hop

@theorigionaldrew

Rathanak's Life if this came out today it would still be hot

@JosephWitty

@A B facts

@brandonbuendia

Rathanak's Life Frfr Bruh!!!

@utehunnybear8942

Sounds like the end of brockhampton - district

@user-vr2jq8sx8y

@A B ggg8g8g8Y MOM JUSYT ADMITED THEY GOT ME A CARg

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@wifiskrim1753

I was roasted for listening to this back in 2012 ... Now everyone a Rocky fan

@gdsparks7628

It's crazy how one day you can be made fun of something one day and the next day those same people doing or listening to that same thing

@bpiprotection6503

Bro fucking same.

@Galaxy-rj1kj

Night Kid that’s how I feel about the whole fanny pack shit

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