Bloody ink on my past spelled suicide
Michael Jackson even passed could you scrutinize
F**k illuminati lies  sayin' lucified
Baptised in the gutter  motherf**ker 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  nigga 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 or Picasso
Capo Head Hancho  now my followin's colossal
Ain't no box of  but got the chooper thought of
It's like you heard  God spoke
I've seen the ghetto gospel
The  like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low
Shits to Mary Jane to make me see from  them high notes
The bible or the rifle goodbye folks

Bloody ink on my pen spelled suicide
Kurt Cobain even died could 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 nigga
Life's a bitch  but that bitch in love with other niggas
3-2 a bed  sheets  no covers nigga
Dirty kitchen  no supper in the covers nigga
Sucker niggas
Wassup my niggas
So my new attitude is like F**k the niggas
I grew up with niggas
But don't f**k with niggas
I don't trust them niggas
Ain't got no love for niggas
Had the gold grills shine like them southern niggas
Kept it trilla  now the whole world f**kin' with us
Meanwhile you treated all of us like other niggas
Now your world is in my palm  take cover niggas