Phoenix

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Am Am Em G

[Verse 1]
Am                  Am
   Bloody ink on my pad spelled 
suicide
Em                      G
   Michael Jackson even passed cause
 you scrutinized
Am                 Am
   Fuck illuminati lies, say I'm 
lucified
Em                      G
Baptised in the gutter, motherfucker
 you decide
Dm                          F
   Cause the ride come with doors 
that be suicide
C                      G
   Or the thighs on my whores, they 
be super-sized
Dm                     F
   Good and bad having wars, nigga, 
choose a side
C                      G
   Now all hail to the Lord like you
 do to God
Am         Am
   Who am I? Lord Flacko
Em                               
Painting vivid pictures, call me 
G
Basquiat, Picasso
Am                       Am
Capo Head Hancho, now my following's
 colossal
         Em                      
Ain't no boxer, Pacquiao, but got 
     G
the chopper todo caso
     Dm                         
It's like you heard God spoke, I 
 F
seen the ghetto gospel
    C                           
The choir like my reefer and the 
 G
preacher got my eyes low
Dm                          F
Sister Mary Jane to make me sleep 
from singing high notes
    C                 G
The bible or the rifle, goodnight 
folks

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[Verse 2]
Am                  Am
   Bloody ink on my pen spelled 
suicide
Em                  G
   Kurt Cobain even died cause you 
scrutinize
Am             Am
   It's a fine line between truth 
and lies
Em                    G
   Jesus Christ never lied, still 
was crucified
Dm              F
   That's why I never judge another 
nigga
C                           G
   Life's a bitch, but that bitch in
 love with other niggas
Dm             F
   3 to a bed, sheets, no covers 
nigga
C                    G
   Dirty kitchen, no supper in the 
cupboards nigga
Am              Am
   Sucker niggas, wassup with 
niggas?
Em               G
   So my new attitude is like "Fuck 
them niggas!"
Am                      Am
   I grew up with niggas, but don't 
fuck with niggas
Em                          G
   I don't trust them niggas, ain't 
got no love for niggas
Dm                     F
   Had the gold grills shining like 
them southern niggas
C                          G
   Kept it trilla, now the whole 
world fuckin' with us
Dm                       F
   Meanwhile you treated all of us 
like other niggas
C                          G
   Now your world is in my palm, 
take cover

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[Bridge]
G                  G
   If I shall ever fall, Lord pick 
me up
Am                    Am
   Ever since a baby, two deuce in 
sippy cups
Em                 G
   Ever since them diapers and my 
zip-me-ups
Dm                       Dm
   Now I'm walking on my own, y'all,
 wish me luck


[Otro]
            Em   G
Where do we lie
                    Am     Am
Tell me where do we stand
            Em  G
Where do we go
                     Dm    Dm
It's all part of the plan
            Em  G
Where do we lie
                    Am     Am
Tell me where do we stand
            Em  G
Where do we go
                     Dm    Dm
It's all part of the plan


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