Bloody ink on my past spelled suicide,
Michael Jackson even passed cuz you scrutinize
F**k illuminati lies, say I’m lucified,
Baptised in the gutter, m**********are you decide
Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide
Or the thighs on my whores, they be super-sized
Good and bad happen, wars, n***a chose a side,
Now all hail to the Lord like you do to God,
Who am I?
Lord Flacko,
Painting vivid pictures, call me Basquiat Picasso,
Capo Head Hancho, now my followin’s colossal,
Ain’t no boxer Paquiao but got the chopper en todo caso
It’s like you heard God spoke,
I’ve seen the ghetto gospel,
The choir like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low,
Sister Mary Jane to make me see from singin high notes
The bible or the rifle…goodnight folks.

Bloody ink on my pen spelled suicide,
Kurt Cobain even died cuz you scrutinize
It’s a fine line between truth and lies,
Jesus Christ never lied, still was crucified,
That’s why I never judge another n***a,
Life’s a b***h, but that b***h in love with other n****s,
3 to a bed, sheets, no covers n***a
Dirty Kitchen, no supper in the cupboards n***a,
Sucker n****s,
Wassup wit' n****s,
So my new attitude is like “f**k the n****s! ”
I grew up with n****s,
But don’t f**k with n****s,
I don’t trust them n****s,
Ain’t got no love for n****s,
Had the gold grills shine like them southern n****s,
Kept it trilla, now the whole world fuckin’ with us!
Meanwhile you treated all of us like other n****s,
Now your world is in my palm, take cover n****s!

I shall ever pour, Lord, pick me up
Ever since a baby two deuce in sippy cups
Ever since them diapers and my zip-me-ups
Now I'm walkin' on my own, y'all wish me luck

[Outro:]
Where do we lie
Tell me where do we stand
Where do we go
It's all part of the plan(X2)
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