[00:14.97]Bloody ink on my past spelled suicide,
[00:17.97]Michael Jackson even passed could you scrutinize?
[00:21.09]Fuck illuminati lies, sayin’lucified,
[00:24.58]Baptised in the gutter, motherfucker you decide,
[00:27.97]Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide?
[00:31.15]Or the thighs on my whores, they be super-sized?
[00:34.28]Good and bad happen, wars, nigga chose a side,
[00:37.46]Now all hail to the Lord like you do to God,
[00:41.07]Who am I?
[00:42.82]Lord Flacko,
[00:44.19]Painting vivid pictures, call me Basquiat or Picasso,
[00:47.69]Capo Head Hancho, now my followin’s colossal,
[00:50.50]Ain’t no box of? but got the chooper thought of?
[00:54.12]It’s like you heard, God spoke,
[00:56.36]I’ve seen the ghetto gospel,
[00:57.86]The? like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low,
[01:00.73]Shits to Mary Jane to make me see from? them high notes,
[01:04.04]The bible or the rifle…goodbye folks.
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[01:21.60]Bloody ink on my pen spelled suicide,
[01:24.72]Kurt Cobain even died could you scrutinize?
[01:27.59]It’s a fine line between truth and lies,
[01:31.15]Jesus Christ never lied, still was crucified,
[01:35.45]That’s why I never judge another nigga,
[01:38.01]Life’s a bitch, but that bitch in love with other niggas,
[01:40.94]3-2 a bed, sheets, no covers nigga!
[01:44.31]Dirty kitchen, no supper in the covers nigga,
[01:48.43]Sucker niggas,
[01:49.36]Wassup my niggas,
[01:51.36]So my new attitude is like Fuck the niggas!
[01:54.61]I grew up with niggas,
[01:56.29]But don’t fuck with niggas,
[01:58.10]I don’t trust them niggas,
[01:59.66]Ain’t got no love for niggas,
[02:01.53]Had the gold grills shine like them southern niggas,
[02:04.59]Kept it trilla, now the whole world fuckin’ with us!
[02:08.03]Meanwhile you treated all of us like other niggas,
[02:11.14]Now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas!