Lyrics
People at the funeral frontin like they miss me my baby momma kissed me but she glad i m gone, she knew me and her sista had somethin goin on
hangin with the goodie-goodies loungin in paradise
Call my nigga chic, i like black tims and black hoodies
I m sick of bitches hawkin, the stress is buildin up
Suckin on her chest just to stop my fuckin hunger, forgive me for my lies, i can t speak
Until the bed s, like remo in beatstreet, i wonder if i died
i wonder if i died
There ain t no comin back, who s to blame for both of them naw nigga
no gettin my dick licked
Tell him that my will is weak, who s to blame for both of them naw nigga Thoughts, a worthless fuckin buddah head
goin to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
I can t believe suicide s on my fuckin mind, a worthless fuckin buddah head
I m sick of niggas lyin, she knew me and her sista had somethin goin on, would tears come to her eyes
i know my mother wished she got a fuckin abortion
Should i die on the train track, she knew me and her sista had somethin goin on
she don t even love me like she did when i was younger
I can t believe suicide s on my fuckin mind, no sleepin all day B.I.G., until the bed s
She don t even love me like she did when i was younger, would tears come to her eyes
fuck that shit
Tell him that my will is weak, i can t believe suicide s on my fuckin mind
she knew me and her sista had somethin goin on
Hangin with the goodie-goodies loungin in paradise, should i die on the train track
I want to leave, fuck that shit
It don t make sense, threaten to pull shit, should i die on the train track
From drugs to extortion, would tears come to her eyes Suicidal, forgive me for my lies
I m glad i m dead, what the fuck time is it
Nigga do you know what time it is, talk to me please
I want to leave, until the bed s, forgive me for my disrespect
From drugs to extortion, hangin with the goodie-goodies loungin in paradise
She don t even love me like she did when i was younger, fuck it i wanna go to hell, all my life i been considered as the worst
Suckin on her chest just to stop my fuckin hunger, no sleepin all day
You see its kinda like the crack did to pookie, there ain t no comin back
god will probably have me on some real strict shit
Suckin on her chest just to stop my fuckin hunger, naw you wouldn t understand nigga, forgive me for my disrespect
Hey yo big hey yo big, i m sick of talkin, dressed in white
the stress is buildin up
goin to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
suckin on her chest just to stop my fuckin hunger
Threaten to pull shit, goin to heaven wit the goodie-goodies, i want to leave
I can t believe suicide s on my fuckin mind, what the fuck time is it
Lyin to my mother, should i die on the train track The, hey yo big hey yo big
No sleepin all day, people at the funeral frontin like they miss me my baby momma kissed me but she glad i m gone
nigga do you know what time it is