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letra de thoughts - rjldiablo

[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 k!llers 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?
d-mn, 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 h-ll’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

- rjldiablo

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