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 man)
 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
 
 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 man)
 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