When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell
Cause Im a piece of shit, it aint hard to fuckin tell
It dont make sense, goin to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies
Godll probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin with the goodie-goodies, loungin in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin to my mother, even stealin out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wish she got a fuckin abortion
She dont even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin on her chest just to stop my fuckin hunger
I wonder; if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My baby mothers eight months, her little sisters two
Whos to blame for both of them?
I swear to God I want to 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, a worthless fuckin buddha head
The stress is buildin up, I cant— I cant believe
Suicides on my fuckin mind, I wanna leave
I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin callin me
But nah, you wouldnt understand
Nigga, talk to me please, man!
You see, its kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there aint no comin back
Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street?
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 reach my peak, I cant speak
Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
Im sick of niggas lyin, Im sick of bitches hawkin
Matter of fact, Im sick of talkin