[Coro]
Friends
Just for all my dead friends
Still riding slide with dead friends
Just for all my dead friends
Still getting high with dead friends
[Verso 1]
I don't really got no more
I lost a lot of real niggas a long time ago
I lost some to the melt, some to the blow
But a lot of my homies was suicidal though
Trying to shake out these demons
When they see us in the street, they have heaters
I ain't saying I'm disagreeing, but get money
Brig good times and good times bring you and I peace
Fuck peace, we don't rest in peace, that shit weak
I'm picking up all the dead bodies and taking it with me
I'm fighting like a rockstar with strippers deceased
I got coupe, I got lord, I got boot ride with me
And nigga we sliding, still riding
Box shavin' like the nineties
Still black cape and honeycomb hat
And you know it's still here, Chris Vak and bitch
[Coro]
Friends
Just for all my dead friends
Still riding, sliding with dead friends
Just for all my dead friends
Still getting high with dead friends
[Verso 2]
Man, I really, really miss my partners, man, man, man
I wish I could call them up and be like, man, man, man
Ay man, you would never believe
The models that fought for the bottles in your VIP
All standing together crying, saying R.I.P
And the one that love you the most say, I wish it was me
She was the one you used to tell me, do whatever you want
I'm in the funeral, I smell like Tom Ford in the blood
The conniver was moving lava, she sat right in the front
And she was so damn scrumptious, so damn scrumptious
Had the deacon and the preacher and me uncomfortable
Hey boy, keep it clear to the E.N.D
At Heaven Gate, you gon' probably take I.D
And charge Parkin and Doe Field, G.O.D. and that's it
(Coro)
Friends
Just for all my dead friends
Still riding, sliding with dead friends
Just for all my dead friends
We're still getting high with dead friends Just for all my dead friends