Thoughts 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
b*tches call me the imposter, finished all my tasks
Muh'f*ckers want a feature, I'm like, "b*tch, you ain't gotta ask"
R. Kelly got b*tches 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 sh*te life
Kanye West for president, man, my life is evident
Get it, get it, get it, like we f*cking friends with benefits
Man, I don't see no sh*t 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 sh*t with my paper crown
Now I got a real one, but it's battered down
Look at me, b*tch, now who's the fatter clown?
Damn, f*cking right b*tch, and I'm f*cking proud
Don't worry, fam, I won't grow up sniffin' powd'
Don't expect me to sell out, b*tch, I sell 10s
You could barely get by in these ends
Ain't no motherf*cker here you could befriend
We'll shank you up, no cap, in UK, no pretend
If you f*ck with us in football, fam, you will get megged
f*ck 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 f*ck with him, or else he'll
Beat your b*tch 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 f*ckin' 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, b*tch, now I got my olden rhymes
b*tch, 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 f*cking minutes left until I die