When I Die

Hook (The Notorious B.I.G. sample)

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell, cause I’m a piece of shit, it ain’t hard to fuckin’ tell (x4)

 

Verse 1

Days spent braindead with the same stress, crave death

Waste every paycheck, break necks and blaze meth

A black sheep with an aliens brain

Pill poppin dropout, make a wage off slangin cocaine

Can’t trust myself, so I didn’t pack glocks

Wish I’d hit the jackpot, but instead I’m slingin’ smack rocks

Blazin jays is my day to day life

Used to be a chubby kid, till I started smokin’ crack pipes

Whole damn life I’ve been a malevolent prick

Every crime and sin that I commit would make the devil sick

Shit it’s apparent I’m an addict to my cursed ways

its clear my parents wish I wasn’t born in the first place

Fuckin with me, shit it’s risky

Smoke more than a motherfuckin chimney

Worthless shit starter, always stirrin’ big drama

Leave ya bruised like Chris abusin’ Rihanna

 

Hook (The Notorious B.I.G.)

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell, cause I’m a piece of shit, it ain’t hard to fuckin’ tell (x4)

 

Verse 2

People thinkin “what a sick head sittin on this kids neck

Think he skipped his meds, now this dickhead’s makin sick threats”

Smugglin’ drugs, puffin’ buds with all my thugs

Easy for you cunts to judge when your ass isn’t in dept

Bratty little rat with the soul of a mannequin

Ain’t stackin’ cash, so it’s back to the lab again

Brains too gacked for the wars that it’s battlin

Back in ‘01 I was born with a knack to sin

Pain got me locked away stayin’ in my cranium

Drained everyday feelin like a fuckin’ alien

Gauge shells blow my brain cells, pull the trigger

Picture days from the start ‘fore the jays, pills and liquor

Wishin’ that the dart cancer came a little bit quicker

Devils voice in my head, can’t ignore the fuckin’ whisper

Born sinner, spillin this cold heart through my scripture

Seasons change but my brain stays stuck in the winter

 

Hook (The Notorious B.I.G.)

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell, cause I’m a piece of shit, it ain’t hard to fuckin’ tell (x4)

 

Verse 3

Never felt love, other than an MD rush

Treasure every fuckin’ second of that empty buzz

Head‘s crowded with these clouded thoughts, pain’s gettin’ worse

And I can’t talk about it so I’ll lay it in this verse

Musta been born to be a personified tragedy

Subconsciously drivin’ myself to a state of insanity

Constantly try to fight but I’m stuck on this road of agony

Rapidly runnin’ out of life like iPhone batteries

High all the time just to hide from my mind

Lightin’ lye, writin’ rhymes, hittin’ trees like lightning strikes

Sick and tired of this bullshit, wish I had a full clip

Packed with bullets, put it to my head and pull it *Gunshot*

Till my blood spreads on the wall like butter

Fuck sake, wish dad didn’t break the rubber

Can’t wait to burn for the rest of eternity

Hell couldn’t be any worse than the earth to me

 

Hook (The Notorious B.I.G.)

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell, cause I’m a piece of shit, it ain’t hard to fuckin’ tell (x4)