Gangster Pain

[00:13.73] When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell

[00:16.39] 'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell

[00:19.31] It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies

[00:22.50] Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies

[00:25.42] God'll probably have me on some real strict shit

[00:28.07] No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked

[00:30.73] Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise

[00:33.92] Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice

[00:36.84] All my life I been considered as the worst

[00:39.50] Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse

[00:42.16] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion

[00:45.34] I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion

[00:48.00] She don't even love me like she did when I was younger

[00:50.92] Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger

[00:53.84] I wonder, if I died, would tears come to her eyes?

[00:56.76] Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies

[00:59.95] My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two

[01:02.34] Who's to blame for both of them?

[01:05.53] I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit

[01:08.73] Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit

[01:11.39] And squeeze until the bed's completely red

[01:13.79] I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddha head

[01:17.24] The stress is buildin' up, I can't— I can't believe

[01:20.42] Suicide's on my fuckin' mind, I wanna leave

[01:23.08] I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me

[01:25.73] But nah, you wouldn't understand

[01:28.92] You see, it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack

[01:31.31] Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back

[01:34.76] Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street?

[01:37.15] People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me

[01:40.34] My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone

[01:43.00] She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on

[01:46.19] I reach my peak, I can't speak

[01:48.84] Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak

[01:52.03] I'm sick of niggas lyin' I'm sick of bitches hawkin'

[01:55.22] Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'