When I die, [bad word] it I wanna go to [bad word] Cause Im a piece of [bad word]  it aint hard to [bad word] tell
It dont make sense, goin to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict [bad word] No sleepin all day, no gettin my [bad word] licked
Hangin with the goodie-goodies loungin in paradise [bad word] that [bad word]  I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin to my mother, even stealin out her purse
Crime after crime, from [bad word] to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a [bad word] abortion
She dont even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin on her chest just to stop my [bad word] hunger
I wonder if I died, would [bad word] to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My babies mothers 8 months, her little sisters 2
Whos to blame for both of them
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this [bad word] Throw the magnum to my head, threaten to pull [bad word] And squeeze, until the [bad word] red
Im glad Im dead, a worthless [bad word] buddah head
The stress is buildin up, I cant,
I cant believe suicides on my [bad word] mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is [bad word] callin me
Naw you wouldnt understand
You see its kinda like the crack did to pookie, in new jack
Except when I cross over, there aint [bad word] back
Should I die on the train track, like remo in beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad Im gone
She knew me and her sista had somethin goin on
I reach my peak, I cant speak,
Call my [bad word] chic, tell him that my will is weak.
Im sick of niggas lyin, Im sick of [bad word] hawkin,
Matter of fact, Im sick of talkin.
(bang)