When I die, fuck it I want to go to hell
Cause Im a piece of shit, it aint hard to fucking to tell
What dont make sense: going to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white? I like black Timbs and black hoodies
Yall probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleeping all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hanging with the goodie-goodies, lounging in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna toke guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion
She dont even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin on her chest just to stop my fucking hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My baby brothers eight months, my little sisters two
Whos to blame for both of them?
I swear that all I wanna do just slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit and squeeze
Until the beds completely red
Im glad Im dead, I work this fucking Buddahead
The stress is building up, I cant-, I cant believe suicides on my fucking mind
I wanna leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fucking calling me
And nah, you wouldnt understand
You see, its kinda like the crack did the pookie, and New Jack
Except when I cross over, there aint no coming back
Shit, I die on the train track like Waymo and 
People at the funeral, frontin like they miss me
My baby mama kiss me, but she glad Im gone
She know me and her sister had somethin goin on
I reached my peak, I cant speak
Call one in the cheek, tell em that my will is weak
Im sick of niggas lying, Im sick of bitches hawking
Matter fact, Im sick of talking