I Tried To Commit Suicide

[Hook] I tried to commit suicide I had a gun in my mouth, and a tear in my eye Where's my mothafuccin' daughter at Thinkin' about the next place I can slaughter at I know she wonder where her father's at [X2] I Tried to Commit...... [Verse 1] Suicide I had alot on my mind I couldn't figure nothin' out And my momma just died, it's just like Damn everything was blowin' up in my mind I couldn't determine what was wrong or right I'm goin' Madesicc (foe life) I ain't the type to bitch, whine or moan But now I'm in a weird place and I'm really missin' home Naw metaphorically I'm really missin' home I couldn't explain how much I'm really missin' home (I ain't gone) I'm on some shit that 'o get you locked up Put in the trunk nigga let's life shits fucked up I remember when I use to sit at home all alone in my room thinkin' I'm hungry for food, my momma screamin' in the front room Drivin' me crazy, I feel like jumpin' out the window I'm itchin' like scabies, cuz my minds tryin' to play me And nobody cares, I might as well take this nine mili and die right here [Hook] [Verse 2] Life keep a gun I'm always on the watch-out Niggas think I'm dumb 'Til I pull that Glock out Leave a nigga numb Somebody bring the cops out Cuz his work day is done Yeah, he had to clock out Yeah, I could be the blackout Niggas really don't want that Send 'em on the plane wit that thang in his dark black Plastic and as if I asked it, it came out Couldn't trust a nigga so I mantain' the same route Why should I trust a nigga they think wit they penis Then they wonder why there's friction between us I'm tryin' to get to Venus suck and duck you mothafuckas I could just of leave it and treat it like another supper I could just eat it take it how it comes When it's all said and done we ain't got to wait for reruns I can't even see cuz in the rear view mirror Hey, let me just get to this nine [Hook] [Verse 3] Hey my life been so fucked up It's all on a bitch Ever since I was 13 I wanted to be rich Tried sellin' dope (Naw that didn't work out) I was juckin' in the creek I couldn't get my work-out Too many niggas was juckin' that brought the cops out Yeah, I went back to the Gardens and mom kept me locked out Livin' in the regal think' sumthin' illegal We know how it is when you ain't workin' wit them eagles Dope money payed for my EP Tower Records put it on consignment And I had a sample of Knee Deep Those days were good days these days are no good Niggas think I got a million probably cuz I probably should Sittin' in this thigh-ass studio 'bout to change it Reverse and rearrange it, now I'm wit Strange bitch This better work-out I'm tired of the same shit So I put it in my mouth yeah, I'm goin' out [Hook]