Lyrics

[Verse] You expect to see me bleedin' on the street with a gold mask Two elect to see me leavin' on the beat with a chrome flask Bitches call me the imposter, finished all my tasks Muh'fuckers want a feature, I'm like, "Bitch, you ain't gotta ask" R. Kelly got bitches shakin' their ass Thinkin' I care 'bout my life, man, it'll be gone in a flash When I big and famous, them killers gonna come for my life It's early premonition that I die, goodbye Will the fame get to my head; will I get high? Sometimеs I look at the clouds in the sky Think about them and еat all my fries Nearly died thrice, sometimes I think that I had a mearly shite life Kanye West for president, man, my life is evident Get it, get it, get it, like we fucking friends with benefits Man, I don't see no shit in my town Man, them people is down Man, them people in town Man, them people are clowns Man, them streets where you drown Hasta la vista, now frown I walked into this shit with my paper crown Now I got a real one, but it's battered down Look at me, bitch, now who's the fatter clown? Damn, fucking right bitch, and I'm fucking proud Don't worry, fam, I won't grow up sniffin' powd' Don't expect me to sell out, bitch, I sell 10s You could barely get by in these ends Ain't no motherfucker here you could befriend We'll shank you up, no cap, in UK, no pretend If you fuck with us in football, fam, you will get megged Fuck with little RJ, and your house finna be egg'd Wow, I can't believe that people wanna help me I swear two weeks ago everybody wanna shelf me Standin' up on my own two feet like Chelsea Don't fuck with him, or else he'll Beat your bitch ass up, and throw you back in Hell's sea Don't stop it, down, down Don't bop it, pow, pown Don't cop it, bow, down Call the fuckin' police, ask for some help, please I don't want your poison cheese I just wanna get out of this Royce in Greece I just wanna go home, and play my voice to neeks Not sit here, and worry for my life When I was younger, I never thought that I'd survive Now I made it here, give me my golden time Friday, bitch, now I got my olden rhymes Bitch, you know the time I know I'm goated, right And I've been floatin' by Just hang my coat and cry I got six fucking minutes left until I die