Outro [Suicidal Thoughts]

[Intro]
RIP BIG
What up $crim?

[Verse 1]
When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a fuckin' junkie, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense going to heaven with the goody goody
Dressed in white, I like black tees and black Dickies
God'll prolly have me on some real strict shit
No snortin' all day, no smokin' that trippy stick
Sober with the goody goodies lounging in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna smoke weed and snort ice
All my life I've been concidered as a junkie
Crazy fucking mother, just another psycho hokey
Drug after drug, from pills down to snortin'
Maybe my mother should've had a fucking abortion
Wish I could be the way I was when I was younger
Gettin' high to maintain just so I don't suffer
I wonder if I die will tears come to your eyes?
Forgive me for my addictions, forgive me for my lies
Been with my girl for 6 years, broken up for two
Who's to blame for that shit? (Naah homie not you)
I swear to god I wanna just slit my wrist and end this bullshit
Throw the Glock to my head, threaten to pull it
And squeeze until the walls completely red
They glad I'm dead, another fuckin' drug head
Anxiety is building up, I can't believe suicide is on my fuckin' mind
And I'm a fiend, I swear to god I feel like death is fucking calling me
But y'all wouldn't understand (homie talk to me, please man!)
You see, it's kinda like the dope did Cobain and Nirvana
Just wanna end it all, no more no drama
Should I die on my bed, throw 'em back and OD?
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My old lady kiss me but she glad I'm gone
She knew my addiction was just that strong
I reach my peak, I can't speak
Call my homie Shane tell him that my will is weak
I'm sickin' of always crying, I'm sick of fucking Jones
And matter fact I'm sick of talking
*BANG*