Phoenix - A$AP Rocky

Bloody ink on my pad spelled «suicide»

Michael Jackson even passed 'cause you scrutinized

Fuck Illuminati lies, say I’m lucified

Baptised in the gutter, motherfucker you decide

'Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide?

Or the thighs on my whores, they be super-sized?

Good and bad having wars.

Nigga, 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 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 could make me see from singing high notes

The Bible or the rifle.

Good night, folks

Bloody ink on my pen spelled «suicide»

Kurt Cobain even died 'cause 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

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 grills shining like them southern niggas

Kept it trilla, now the whole world fuckin' with us

Meanwhile you treated all of us like other niggas

Now your world is in my palm.

Take cover, niggas

I shall ever fall, Lord, pick me up

Ever since a baby, two twos and sippy cups

Ever since them diapers and my zip-me-ups

Now, I’m walking on my own.

Y’all, wish me luck

Where do we lie?

Tell me where do we stand?

Where do we go?

It’s all part of the plan

Where do we lie?

Tell me where do we stand?

Where do we go?

It’s all part of the plan