I Miss My Dead Friends (Chopped & Screwed) – $uicideboy$

Got a bunch of baggage
Bunch of, 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 fuc*** lungs, they fuc*** damaged
Like the Black Flag, classic-
Never, never, heard of that shit
Bitch I work, it ain’t for assets
Roll a solo blunt, no matching
It’s cause, cause of all the gadgets why I keep a social status
Fuc*** 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, life is fast
And I’m a fuc*** cashless organism trying to thrive inside a habitat-

Now that’s the fuc*** that ya’ momma said don’t hang me
Meet me in the gallows bitch I promise that it’s painless
Stupid mother fucka’s thinking that we on the same shit
Cock it back, cock it back and then I yell
Okay here comes the pain bitch
Up in gangster’s paradise
Give a, give a f*** about your life
Every time I roll the dice
Sixes popping up twice
Bitches trynna sacrifice their pu***, 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, need to 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, hoe