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Women hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
Women hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died

When i die fuck it i wanna go to (hell) uhhh
Cause imma piece of shit it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense going to heaven with the goody goodies
Dressed in white i like black tim's and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked
Hangin' with the goody goodies, loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, i want to toke guns and shoot dice
All of my life i've been considered as the worst
Liein' to my mother, even stealing out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extorsion
I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion

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I swear to god i want to just (slit) my wrists and end this bull shit
Throw the magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's completely red
I'm glad (i'm worth) a worthless fuckin' Buddha head
The stress is buildin' up, i can't, i can't believe
(this shit) is on my fuckin' mind
I want to leave, i swear to God i feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
But naw, you wouldn't understand

You see its kinda like the crack did the pookie
And new jack, except when i cross over
There ain't no comin' back, should i die on the train track
Like Raymo and B-Street
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby mamma kissed me but she glad i'm gone
She know me and her sister had somethin' going on
I wonder if i died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies

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I reached my peak, i can't speak
Call my nigga Cheek
Tell em that my will is weak
I'm sick of niggas lyin', i'm sick of bitches hawking
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin' talkin' talkin' ...