Phoenix Testo

[Verse 1]
Bloody ink on my past spelled suicide,
Michael Jackson even passed cause you scrutinized
Fuck illuminati lies, sayin' 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 happen, wars, nigga 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 Picasso,
Capo Head Hancho, now my following's colossal,
Ain't no boxer Pacquiao but got the chopper thought of 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 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 nigga,
Life's a bitch, but that bitch in love with other niggas,
3-2 a bed, sheets, no covers nigga !
Dirty kitchen, no supper in the covers nigga,
Sucker niggas, Wassup my 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,
And now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas !

I shall ever form, Lord pick me up
Ever since today be 2 2’s and sippy cups
Ever since your diapers and my zip-me-up’s
Now I’m walking on my way, you all wish me luck

But brother what’s in? Where did we go?
So proud of our man and we alive
But brother what’s in? Where did we go?
So proud of our man…