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[verse 1: rimbos]

when i die, f_ck it
i wanna go to h_ll cause i’m a piece of sh_t
it ain’t hard to f_ckin’ tell
it don’t make sense going to heaven with the goodie_goodies
he dress in white
i like black timbs and black hoodies
god will probably have me on some real strict sh_t
no sleeping all day no getting my d_ck l!cked
hanging with the goodie_goodies, loungin’ in paradise
f_ck that sh_t i want to talk guns and shoot dice
all my life i’ve been considered as the worst
lyin’ to my mother even stealing out her purse
crimе after crime, drugs to extortion
i know my mothеr wish she got a f_ckin’ abortion
she don’t even love me like she did when i was younger
sucking on a chest just to stop my f_cking hunger
i wonder if i died with tears come to her eyes?
forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
but baby mother’s eight months a little sister too
who’s the blame for both of them?
i swear to god i want to just slit my wrist and end this bullsh_t
throw the magnum to my head, threatened to pull sh_t and squeeze
until the bed’s completely red, i’m glad i’m dead
i work with f_cking buddha head
the stress is building i can’t_
i can’t believe suicides on my f_cking mind
i wanna leave i swear to god, i feel like death is f_cking calling me
but nah, you wouldn’t understand
you see it’s kind of like the crack did the pookie, in new jack except when i cross over, there ain’t no coming back
should i die on the train track like ramo in the beat street?
people at the funerals frontin’ like they miss me
my baby momma kiss me but she glad i am gone, she know me and her sister had something going on
i reach my peak
i can’t speak for my n_gga chic, tell him that my will is weak
i’m sick of n_ggas lying, i’m sick of b_tches hawking
matter of fact, sick of talking
[intro]

- rimbos

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