Phoenix

Bloody ink on my pad spelled "Suicide"

Michael Jackson even passed, 'cause you scrutinized

Fuck Illuminati lies, say I'm luci-fied

Baptized in the gutter, motherfucker, you decide

'Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide

Or the thighs on my whores, they be super-sized

Good and bad, havin' wars, ****, choose a side

Now all hail to the Lord, like you do to God

Who am I?

Lord Flacko

Paintin' vivid pictures

Call me Basquiat, Picasso

Capo, head honcho, now my followin's colossal

Ain't no boxin' Pacquiao

But got the choppa todo caso

It's like you heard God spoke

I've sang the ghetto gospel

The choir like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low

Sister Mary Jane can make me sleep from singin' high notes

The Bible or the rifle?

Goodnight, folks

Bloody ink on my pen spelled "Suicide"

Kurt Cobain even died, 'cause you scrutinized

It's a fine line between truth and lies

Jesus Christ never lied, still was crucified

That's why I never judge another ****

Life's a bitch, but that bitch in love with other ****

Three to a bed, sheets, no covers, ****

Dirty kitchen, no supper in the cupboards, ****

Sucka ****, what's up with ****?

So my new attitude is like, "Fuck them ****"

I grew up with ****, but don't fuck with ****

I don't trust them ****, ain't got no love for ****

Had the gold grills shinin' like them southern ****

Kept it trilla, now the whole world fuckin' with us

Meanwhile, you treated all of us like other ****

And now your world is in my palm, take cover, ****

If I shall ever fall, Lord, pick me up

Every 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

Where do we lie?

Tell me, where do we stand?

Where do we go?

It's all part of the plan

Where do we lie?

Tell me, where do we stand?

Where do we go?

It's all part of the plan