text: When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell
  Cause Im a piece of shit, it aint hard to fuckin tell
  It dont make sense, goin to heaven with the goodie-goodies
  Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies
  Godll probably have me on some real strict shit
  No sleepin all day, no gettin my dick licked
  Hangin with the goodie-goodies, loungin in paradise
  Fuck that shit, 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 drugs to extortion
  I know my mother wish she got a fuckin abortion
  She dont even love me like she did when I was younger
  Suckin on her chest just to stop my fuckin hunger
  I wonder; if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
  Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
  My baby mothers eight months, her little sisters two
  Whos to blame for both of them?
  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
  And squeeze until the beds completely red
  Im glad Im dead, a worthless fuckin buddha head
  The stress is buildin up, I cant— I cant believe
  Suicides on my fuckin mind, I wanna leave
  I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin callin me
  But nah, you wouldnt understand
  Nigga, talk to me please, man!
  You see, its kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack
  Except when I cross over, there aint no comin back
  Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street?
  People at the funeral frontin like they miss me
  My baby mama kiss me, but she glad Im gone
  She know me and her sister had somethin goin on
  I reach my peak, I cant speak
  Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
  Im sick of niggas lyin, Im sick of bitches hawkin
  Matter of fact, Im sick of talkin