Yeah, uh

Bloody ink on my pad, spelt suicide Michael Jackson even passed cause you scrutinized

Fuck Illuminati lies, say I'm Lucified Baptized in the gutter, motherfucker you decide

Cause the ride come with doors that be supersized All the thighs on my hoes, they be supersized

Good and bad having wars, nigga 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 choppa todo caso

It's like you heard God spoke, I sing the ghetto gospel

The choir like my reefer and 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 suicide Kirk O 'Bane 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 nigga Life's a bitch, but that bitch in love with

other niggas Three to a bed, sheets, no covers, nigga

Dirty kitchen, no supper in the cupboards, nigga

Sucker niggas, what's up with niggas? So my new attitude is like fuck the niggas

I grew up with niggas, but don't fuck with niggas

I don't trust them niggas, ain't got no love for niggas

Had the gold grill shining like them southern niggas

Kept it chillin', now the whole world fucking with us

Meanwhile you treated all of us like other niggas

And now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas

If I shall ever fall, Lord pick me up Ever since the baby tutus and sippy cups

Ever since them diapers in my zip -me -ups Now I'm walking on my own, y 'all wish me luck

Where do we lie? Where do we stand?

Where do we go? It's all part of the plan

Where do we lie? Where do we stand?

Where do we go? It's all part of the plan

Where do we lie?

Where do we stand?

Where do we go?