I Miss My Dead Friends

Got a bunch of baggage Got a bunch of bags up in the attic, hiding all my bad habits Slick? He got some bad habits Plus he's asthmatic All the smoke that I be dragging bitch I need some casket for my fucking lungs, they fucking damaged Like the Black Flag, classic Sabbath? Never heard of that, shit Bitch I work, it ain't for assets Roll a solo blunt, no matching It's because of all the gadgets, why I keep a social status Fucking phones and tablets Bitch I do this shit just for Jefe Yeah he told me make it happen then he died in that tragic car crash And every time I think of that, I'm flicking ashes Yeah it sucks when you realize life is fast And I'm a fucking cashless organism Trying to thrive inside a habitat that's plastic It's the bastard motherfucker that ya momma said don't hang with Meet me in the gallows bitch I promise that it's painless Stupid motherfucker's thinking that we on the same shit Cock it back and then I yell "Okay here comes the pain bitch!" Up in gangster's paradise Could give a fuck about your life Everytime I roll the dice Sixes popping up twice Bitches tryna sacrifice their pussy, but I am not enticed Good try, hoe I do this shit for Dirt, so I ain't got the time, hoe Don't like nobody, and I think that's all you need to know Walkin' on water while I'm surrounded by some crows And when I hit the other side, I'm blowing on some dope