[Intro]
Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta
Affectionate faction, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
N***a, I'm Baco, God of bitching, madness and stages
I don't govern myself, I'm my company
My own government, my love, it's me
I smile when receiving flowers at my funeral
I'm eternal from the generation of the enlightened
Of the misunderstood angry
Of those born for freedom
If you ask for a feat, it's fucked

[Bridge]
Kerouac, I made a rhyme for your beat generation
Kerouac, I made a rhyme for your beat generation

[Verse 2]
Whеnever I cum inside, I feel profanе
She smiles and says, "Baco, I love you
Remember, you are human
You're strong, take the damage"
Dominating the world is no longer just a plan
Everything the competition does, sounds average to me
You put a word together and think you're rhyming
Dominate the field like Cristiano
You made history twice in two years
With only 22 two years old
You rhyme like B.B King soloing
Self-esteem, I love you (Exu)
[Chorus]
Man, on these streets, I feel like a king (Wow, wow)
I lived, I fell, I fixed myself (Wow, wow)
I'm the result of the people I loved (Wow, Wow)
I drank, I had sex, I turned (Wow, wow)
Three nines in the shirt and I feel like a king
Three nines, nine in the shirt and I feel like a king
Three nines in the shirt and I feel like a king
Three nines, nine in the shirt and I feel like a king

[Outro]
1903
The first time a white man observed a black man, not as an aggressive "animal" or unintelligent physical strength. This time, you can see the talent, the creativity, the music. The white world had never felt anything like the blues. A black man, a guitar and a pocketknife. It's born in the struggle for life, it's born strong, it's born poignant. For the real need to exist. What it's to be a bluesman? It's being the opposite of what others think. It's to be against the current, to be your own strength, your own root. It's knowing that it was never an automatic reproduction of the submissive image that was created by them. Fuck the image you guys created. I'm not readable. I'm not understandable. I'm my own god; my own saint; my own poet. Look at me like a black canvas, by a single painter. Only I can make my art. Only I can describe myself. You don't have that right. I don't have to be what you provide. We are so much more. If you don't fit what you inherited, you're a bluesman (You're a bluesman, you're a bluesman, you're a bluesman)