I Miss My Dead Friends

Got a bunch of baggage, got a bunch of bags up in the attic

Hidin' all my bad habits

$lick? He got some bad habits, plus he's asthmatic

All the smoke that I be draggin', 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 flickin' ashes

Yeah, it sucks when you realize life is fast

And I'm a fucking cashless organism

Tryna thrive inside a habitat that's plastic

Now that's the fucker that ya mama said don't hang with

Meet me in the gallows, bitch, I promise that it's painless

Stupid motherfuckers thinkin' 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

Every time I roll the dice, sixes poppin' 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, ho

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 blowin' on some dope, ho