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 Timbs and black hoodies
God'll prolly 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 tote 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 ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Sucking on her 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, her little sister's two
Who's to blame for both of them
I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull ♥♥♥♥
And squeeze, until the bed's completely red
(It's too late for this ♥♥♥♥ man)
I'm 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 I feel like death is ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 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 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 momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sister had something going on
I reach my peak, I can't speak
Call my ♥♥♥♥♥ Chic, tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of ♥♥♥♥♥♥ lying, I'm sick of ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking