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Dead Friends
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Dead Friends was released on April 24, 2026 by TiFa & Gutta Family Ent. as a part of the album THERAPY - EP
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Release DateApril 24, 2026
LabelTiFa & Gutta Family Ent.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TiFaJay
TiFaJay
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Teixeira
Jason Teixeira
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jmoney
Jmoney
Producer

Lyrics

Sit back reminisce about my dead friends
Everything had to come quick to an end
I get high, sit back reminiscence about my dead friends
Just thinkin' why, everything had to come quick to an end
And I still cry, yeah them tears a either make or break men
Tryna see how high, I can get until I see my dead friends
And when I die, bro, don't cry, please don't pop them pink 10s
Just roll it wide, light the fire, we always had to shafe in
I'm takin' everything in, I take it all to the chin
Fuck around, put everything in, I'll do it all just to win
I put everything up on the line and that's fasho
I got fans that I don't even know, they prayin' that I blow
Sendin' beats from across the country, it's some names I never heard of
Told my bro, go chase this money, got his mind stuck up on murder
We like Allstate, fuckin' with us, you gon' need insurance
Yeah, yeah, we all paid, I feel like Lil' baby on that verse
They L-O-A-T, feel like Veeze, I do these hoes the worst
I know they hate me, waitin' til the day I'm on that hearse
Jmoney Tay Keith, Banda got that bass heat, he turbo
There's days I can't sleep, flashbacks of deceased, keep toss and turnin
You know I crank heat, preachin' on these beats, might start a sermon
Glock got no safety, jump up out the seat, bust Richard Sherman
They say it's money to be made, you know I get that shit
And I been workin' like a slave, tryna get us on that ship
I'm stackin' chips like Frito-Lay, I came with extra dip
I'm prayin' every night to day, just hope I get us rich
I'm here stuck up in the booth, just thinkin' bout my moms
She told me next year for her birthday, ain't tryna work no more
So now I'm locked up in a stu, just cookin' all these songs
I made a promise to myself that I'ma work this flow
I get high, sit back reminiscence about my dead friends
Just thinkin' why, everything had to come quick to an end
And I still cry, yeah them tears a either make or break men
Tryna see how high, I can get until I see my dead friends
And when I die, bro, don't cry, please don't pop them pink 10s
Just roll it wide, light the fire, we always had to shafe in
I'm takin' everything in, I take it all to the chin
Fuck around, put everything in, I'll do it all just to win
I'm takin' everything in, I take it all to the chin
Fuck around, put everything in, I'll do it all just to win
Written by: Jason Teixeira
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