Suicidal Thoughts

Hello, aw shit nigga, what the fuck time is it Oh goddamn, nigga do you know what time it is Aw shit, what the fuck is going on You alright, nigga what the fuck is wrong with you When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking 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 shit No sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked Hanging with the goodie goodies lounging in paradise Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice You talking some crazy shit now, nigga 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 fucking abortion She don't even love me like she did when I was younger Get a hold of yourself nigga Sucking on her chest just to stop my fucking 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 Naw nigga, not you 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 Nigga what the fuck And squeeze, until the bed's completely red It's too late for this shit I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fucking buddha head The stress is building up, I can't Yo, I'm on my way over there man I can't believe suicide's on my fucking mind, I wanna leave I swear to God I feel like death is fucking calling me Naw you wouldn't understand Nigga talk to me please, man 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 Yo, I'mma call you when I get in the car 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 Put your girl on the phone, nigga She knew me and her sister had something going on I reach my peak, I can't speak Yo, you listening to me motherfucker Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak Eyo c'mon nigga I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches hawkin' Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking BANG Ayo Big, ayo Big Heartbeat slowing Please hang up, and try your call again