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
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