Suicidal Thoughts

When I die, **** it I wanna go to hell

'Cause I'm a piece of **** it ain't hard to **** tell

It don't make sense going to heaven with the goodie, goodies

Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies

God will probably have me on some real strict ****

No sleeping all day, no getting my **** licked

Hanging with the goodie, goodies, lounging in paradise

**** that ****, I wanna toke, ****, and shoot dice

All my life, I've 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 wish she get a **** abortion

She don't even love me like she did when I was younger

Sucking on **** chest just to stop my **** hunger

I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?

Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies

My baby mother's eight months, my little sister's two

Who's to blame for both of them?

(Nah **** not you)

I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bull****

Hold a magnum to my head threaten to pull ****

And **** until the bed's completely red

Glad I'm dead, a worthless **** Buddha head

The stress is building up, I can't

I can't believe suicide's on my **** mind

I wanna leave, I swear to God it feel like death is **** calling me

But nah, you wouldn't understand ****

(Talk to me, please man)

You see, it's kind of like the crack did to Poo-poo

In New Jack

Except when I cross over, it ain't no coming back

Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street

People at the funeral, fronting like they miss me

My baby mama kiss me but she glad I'm gone

She **** me and her sister had something going on

I reached my peak, **** speak

Call my ****, Cheek, tell him that my will is weak

I'm sick of n***** lying, I'm sick of n***** talking

Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking