[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