I Miss My Dead Friends (Chopped & Screwed)

I Miss My Dead Friends (Chopped & Screwed) 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