Thoughts

When I die, fuck it all
I want to go to Hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit
It ain't hard to fucking tell
It don't make sense
Goin' to heaven
With the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white
I like black tims and black hoodies

God'll 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've 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 fucking abortion

She don't even love me
Like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest
Just to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder if I die
Would tears come to her eyes
Forgive me for my disrespect
Forgive me for my lies

My baby mother's eight months
Her little sister's two
Who's the blame for both of them
(Who's the blame for both of them)
I swear to god I wanna slit my wrist's
And end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head
Threaten to pull shit
And squeeze

I wanna leave
I swear to god
I feel like death is fucking calling me
Naw you wouldn't understand

You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Ramo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral fronting like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sister had somethin' goin' on

I reach my peak, I can't speak
Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'