Brotha Lynch Hung Suicide Note Lyrics

Suicide Note Lyrics

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