Suicidal Thoughts
Hello? Aw shit, nigga, what the fuck time is it, man?
Oh God damn, nigga do you know what time it is?
Aw shit, what the fucks goin on?
You alright?
Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong wit you?
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 wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white,
I like black
Tims and black hoodies
God will 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 wished 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 babies mothers 8 months, her little sisters 2
Whos to blame for both of them(Naw nigga, not you)
I swear to
God I just want to 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,
IcantI cant believe suicides on my fuckin mind
I want to leave,
I swear to
God I feel like death is fuckin callin me
Naw you wouldnt understand(Nigga, talk to me please)
You see its kinda like the crack did to
Pookie, in
New JackExcept when
I cross over, there aint no comin back
Should I die on the train track, like
Remo in Beat street
People at the funeral frontin like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad
Im goneShe knew me and her sista 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
Hey yo Big, hey yo
Big