[Verse 1]
Bloody ink on my pad spelled suicide
Michael Jackson even passed cause you [bad word] [bad word] illuminati lies, say I'm lucified
Baptised in the gutter, [bad word] you decide
Cause the [bad word] with doors that be suicide
Or the thighs on my whores, they be super-sized
Good and bad having wars, [bad word]  choose 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 following's colossal
Ain't no boxer, Pacquiao, 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 singing high notes
The bible or the rifle, goodnight folks

[Verse 2]
Bloody ink on my pen spelled suicide
Kurt Cobain even died cause you [bad word] It's a fine line between [bad word] and lies
Jesus Christ never lied, still was [bad word] That's why I never judge another [bad word] Life's a [bad word]  but that [bad word] in love with other niggas
3 to a bed, sheets, no covers [bad word] Dirty kitchen, no supper in the cupboards [bad word] Sucker niggas, wassup with niggas?
So my new attitude is like  [bad word] them niggas!"
I grew up with niggas but don't [bad word] with niggas
I don't [bad word] them niggas, ain't got no love for niggas

Had the gold grills shining like them southern niggas
Kept it trilla, now the whole world [bad word]  with us
Meanwhile you treated all of us like other niggas
Now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas

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 walking 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