[Intro]

RIP BIG

What up $crim?

[Verse 1]

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

Cause I'm a fuckin' junkie, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell

It don't make sense goin' to heaven with the goody-goodies

Dressed in white, I like black tees and black Dickies

God'll prolly have me on some real strict shit

No snortin' all day, no smokin' that trippy stick

Sober with the goody-goodies loungin' in paradise

Fuck that shit, I wanna smoke weed and snort ice

All my life I've been considered as a junkie

Crazy fuckin' mother, just another psycho honky

Drug after drug, from pills down to snortin'

Maybe my mother should've had a fuckin' abortion

Wish I could be the way I was when I was younger

Gettin' high to maintain just so I don't suffer

I wonder, if I die, will tears come to your eyes?

Forgive me for my addictions, forgive me for my lies

Been with my girl for six years, broken up for two

Who's to blame for that shit? (Nah, homie, not you)

I swear to God I wanna just slit my wrist and end this bullshit

Throw the Glock to my head, threaten to pull it

And squeeze until the walls completely red

They glad I'm dead, another fuckin' drug head

Anxiety is buildin' up, I can't believe suicide is on my fuckin' mind

And I'm a fiend, I swear to God, I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me

But y'all wouldn't understand (Homie talk to me, please man!)

You see, it's kinda like the dope did Cobain and Nirvana

Just wanna end it all, no more no drama

Should I die on my bed, throw 'em back and OD?

People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me

My old lady kiss me but she glad I'm gone

She knew my addiction was just that strong

I reach my peak, I can't speak

Call my homie Shane tell him that my will is weak

I'm sickin' of always crying, I'm sick of fuckin' jonesin'

And matter fact I'm sick of talkin'