Yeah, um, bloody ink on my passpelt Michael Jackson even passed cause you scrutinized Dumb Illuminati lies, say I'm Lucified Baptized in the gutter Mother Mary, you decide Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide All the thots on my hook, they be supersized Good and bad having wars, gotta choose a side Now all hail to the Lord like you do to God Who am I? Lord Flaco Painting vivid pictures, call me Basquiat Picasso Capo head honcho, now my following's colossal Ain't no box of Pacquiao, but got the chopper todo caso It's like you heard God spoke, I sing the ghetto gospel Choir like the chief, put in the preacher, got my eyes low Sister Mary Jane can make me sleep from singing high notes The Bible or the rifle, goodnight folks Bloody ink on my pen spelt you and I Kirkle Bang 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, another Life's a trick, but that trick ain't level other than Three to a bed, sheets, no covers Dirty kitchen, no supper in the cupboards Suckin', was suppin' Saw my new attitude, it's life I grew up with it, but don't when it I don't trust them, ain't got no love for them Had the gold grill, shinin' like I'm Southern Kept it trillin', now the whole world runnin' with us Meanwhile you treated all of us like other Now your world is in my palm, take cover I shall ever fall, Lord pick me up Ever since the baby toothed to the zippy cups Ever since the baby's in my zippy ups Now I'm walkin' on my own, y'all wish me luck Now I'm walkin' on my own, y'all wish me luck Now I'm walkin' on my own, y'all wish me luck