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[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]

    Bloody ink on my pad spelled suicide
    Michael Jackson even passed cause you scrutinized
    F–k illuminati lies, say I’m lucified
    Baptised in the gutter, motherf–ker you decide
    Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide?
    Or the thighs on my wh–es, they be super-sized?
    Good and bad happen, wars, n—a 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 Honcho, 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 n—a
    Life’s a bitch, but that b—h in love with other n—-s
    3 to a bed, sheets, no covers n—a
    Dirty kitchen, no supper in the cupboards n—a
    Sucker n—-s, wassup my n—-s
    So my new attitude is like “F–k the n—-s!”
    I grew up with niggas but don’t f–k with n—-s
    I don’t trust them n—-s, ain’t got no love for n—-s
    Had the gold grills shining like them southern n—-s
    Kept it trilla, now the whole world f–kin’ with us
    Meanwhile you treated all of us like other n—/s
    Now your world is in my palm, take cover n—-s

    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

    The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.