G-Macc - I Tried To Commit Suicide lyrics

[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 (fo' life) I ain't the type to b**h, 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 sh** that 'o get you locked up Put in the trunk n***a let's life sh**s f**ed 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 mind's 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 n***as think I'm dumb 'Til I pull that Glock out Leave a n***a numb Somebody bring the cops out Cuz his work day is done Yeah, he had to clock out Yeah, I could be the blackout n***as 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 n***a so I mantain' the same route Why should I trust a n***a they think wit they penis Then they wonder why there's friction between us I'm tryin' to get to Venus; s**a duck you mothaf**as I could just, just 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 get right back to this nine (f** sh**) [Hook] [Verse 3] Hey, my life been so f**ed up It's all on a b**h 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 n***as 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 is no good n***as think I got a million probably cuz I probably should Sittin' in this thigh-a** studio 'bout to change it Reverse and rearrange it, now I'm wit Strange b**h This better work-out I'm tired of the same sh** So I put it in my mouth, yeah, I'm goin' out [Hook]