[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Bloody ink on my pad spelled suicide Michael Jackson even passed cause you scrutinized Fuck illuminati lies, say I'm lucified Baptised in the gutter, motherfucker you decide Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide? Or the thighs on my whores, they be super-sized? Good and bad happen, wars, nigga chose a side Now all hail to the Lord like you do to God Who am I? Lord Flacko Painting vivid pictures, call me Basquiat Picasso Capo Head Hancho, now my following's colossal Ain't no boxer, Pacquiao, but got the chopper todo caso It's like you heard, God spoke I've seen the ghetto gospel The fire like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low Sister Mary Jane to make me see from singing high notes The bible or the rifle... goodnight folks
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] 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 3 to a bed, sheets, no covers nigga Dirty kitchen, no supper in the cupboards 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 Now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas
I shall ever pour, Lord pick me up Ever since a baby, two tussin sippy cups Ever since them diapers and my zip-me-ups Now I'm walking on my own, y'all, wish me luck
[Outro: x2] Where do we lie? Tell me where do we stand? Where do we go? It's all part of the plan