Текст песни 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 havin' wars,
Nigga, choose a side,
Now all hail to the Lord like you do to God.
Who am I? Lord Flacko.
Paintin' vivid pictures, call me Basquiat Picasso,
Capo Head Hancho, now my followin's colossal,
Ain't no boxer, Pacquiao, but got the chopper en 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 to make me see from singin' high notes,
The Bible or the rifle. Goodnight, 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, wassup with niggas?
So my new attitude is like "Fuck them 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 shinin' like them southern niggas,
Kept it trill, 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 deuce in sippy cups,
Ever since them diapers and my zip-me-ups,
Now I'm walkin' 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. [x2]