Hey, Yeah

Come here, Wussup

Let me tell you something, Humm?

Do me this favor, What favor?

I want you to take care of my kids for me

I'll be right back, Why you doing this?

When they ask you about me

Just tell them he didn't give a fuck about shit

That's what I want them to know

Cuz that's what they think anyways, alright

Will you be my voice? Okay

Will you be my feelings?

Finally let them know



[Verse 1]

You tell me this

How do you tell your kids that you addicted to drugs

And that your love ain't nothing to spark with to a dub

And even though it's just weed it got me spending up G's

Buying up keys and smoking my weed amongst thieves

I rather jack off then fuck bitches

I'll make it crack off

I hit switches

Use to get crack off quick

Do the snitches

I use to bang up the block

The homie cooked up the rock

While I use to look up the block

For the po po's

I know my do knows

And my don't knows

Moved out the Deuce Fo to do rap shows

And lost a couple of homies (fuck)

Big Zo he still with me

He a OG

29th street Crip

That nigga know me

You know E it goes deep

Q-Ball resting in peace

Spent years trying to fight the tears

And I got new problems resting in me

Still crying over joyce memories

Still wish Sicx and X was out wit me

So here's my suicide note (come on)



Take care of my kids

Cuz I ain't coming back for years

Here's my suicide note

My life is a joke

Baby please read the letter I wrote

Here's my suicide note

Hold back the tears I'll be back in a couple of years

Here's my suicide note

Cuz my life is a joke

So please homie read the letter I wrote