Suicidal Thoughts - KO

Hello?

Aw shit, nigga!

The fuck time is it, man?

Oh, God damn

Nigga, do you know what time it is?

Aw shit, what the fuck’s goin' on?

You aight?

Ah, nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you?

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell

'Cause I’m a piece of shit, it ain’t hard to fuckin' tell (What you talkin'

'bout, man?)

It don’t make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies

Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies (Aw, man)

God’ll 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 (You talkin' some crazy shit

now, nigga)

All my life I been considered as the worst

Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse (Ah)

Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion

I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion

She don’t even love me like she did when I was younger (Yo, get a hold of

yourself, nigga)

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 (You're buggin', B)

My baby mother’s eight months, her little sister’s two

Who’s to blame for both of them?

(Nah, nigga, not you)

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 (Nigga, what the fuck?)

And squeeze until the bed’s completely red (It's too late for this shit, man)

I’m glad I’m dead, a worthless fuckin' buddha head

The stress is buildin' up, I can’t— I can’t believe (Ayo, I’m on my way over

there, man)

Suicide’s on my fuckin' mind, I wanna leave

I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me

But nah, you wouldn’t understand

Nigga, talk to me please, man!

You see, it’s kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack

Except when I cross over, there ain’t no comin' back (Ayo, ayo, man, I’m out)

Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street?

(I'ma call you when I

get in the car)

People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me (Ayo, where your girl at, man?)

My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I’m gone (Yo, put your girl on the phone,

nigga!)

She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on

I reach my peak, I can’t speak (Ayo, you listenin' to me, motherfucker?)

Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak (Ayo, c’mon, nigga)

I’m sick of niggas lyin' (Cut that), I’m sick of bitches hawkin' (Ayo)

Matter of fact, I’m sick of talkin' (Nigga, yo, yo, Big! Ayo, chill!)

Ayo, Big!

Ayo, Big!

Please hang up and try your call again

Please hang up— Is a recording