Thoughts Of Suicide - Cashis

Lies in the game, how I entertain

The last lines of the next Kurt Cobain

Standin in the mirror with a .9 at my brain

Most rap guys wanna die for the fame

Supposed to die young cause, I’m in the gang

And I can’t change cause, I entertain

Can sniff three verses through lines of 'caine

You just realized that, I’m insane

I’m enraged, engaged in a war with ways

They can have me spray shots off the stage

If I die like Malcolm will you feel my pain?

Or just cry like a bitch while I lay in my grave?

If I die like 'Pac, cause I yearn to bang

You discredit me, like I never learned a thang

If I die like Big would you praise my rhymes?

And give me the spot, «Best of All Time»

If I die in N.Y. will the West Coast ride

And the beef not stop 'til, hip-hop die

Will a nigga who don’t, understand that line

Try and damage my safety, in N.Y.

Will the rap game embrace me cause I got skill?

Or for the lies of that man, will I get killed nigga?

I’m just gettin high, gettin high

Think of suicide, suicide

I’m just gettin high, gettin high

Think of suicide, suicide

I’m just gettin high, gettin high

I think of suicide, suicide

Will the crimes of my youth, come back to haunt me?

By the time I shoot, will my father want me?

When I tour will my girl be-come a whore?

And I come back home and can’t fuck her raw

If I walked on stage like, «FUCK the law!»

Will the hip-hop cops try and kill my squad?

Will the niggas on my team really ride like they say?

Or push me in the shots, he gon' die anyway

Is niggas really jealous, cause I got shine?

Is it envy from the fellas, cause I got signed?

Will the whole hood hate, cause I speak my mind?

Will I die for a rhyme before I reach my prime?

If I kill my bitch like Robert Blake

Do I got enough money, to beat the case?

If I crash out, right before I end the race

And die, 'fore I come out, would you feel my pain?

I’m almost to a point, where I can’t be saved

My mindstate, at a place, where it can’t be changed

Laws got a nigga stuck like he can’t get break

But I gotta back up, all the shit I say

It’s lies in the game, how I entertain

The last lines of the next Kurt Cobain

Standin in the mirror with a .9 at my brain

Most rap guys wanna die for the fame

I’m just gettin high, gettin high

Think of suicide, suicide

I’m just gettin high, gettin high

Think of suicide, suicide

I’m just gettin high, gettin high

I think of suicide, suicide