Thoughts of Suicide

{*a lighter clicks, a gun cocks, then a sample plays in reverse*} [Ca$his] Lies in the game, how I entertain The last lines of the next Kurt Cobain Standin in the mirror with a .9 at my brain Most rap guys wanna die for the fame Supposed to die young cause, I'm in the gang And I can't change cause, I entertain Can sniff three verses through lines of 'caine You just realized that, I'm insane I'm enraged, engaged in a war with ways They can have me spray shots off the stage If I die like Malcolm will you feel my pain? Or just cry like a bitch while I lay in my grave? If I die like 'Pac, cause I yearn to bang You discredit me, like I never learned a thang If I die like Big would you praise my rhymes? And give me the spot, "Best of All Time" If I die in N.Y. will the West Coast ride And the beef not stop 'til, hip-hop die Will a nigga who don't, understand that line Try and damage my safety, in N.Y.? Will the rap game embrace me cause I got skill? Or for the lies of that man, will I get killed nigga? [Hook: Ca$his] 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 [Ca$his] 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 [Hook]