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