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 ni**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 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 ni**a

Life's a b**ch but that b**ch in love with other niggas

3-2 a bed sheets no covers ni**a

Dirty kitchen no supper in the covers ni**a

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