"AMFD" lyrics
All of my friends are dead, they're dead, all of my friends
All of my friends are dead, they're dead, all of my friends
All of my friends are dead, is the song that I'm singing
That's why my phone's not ringin', baby
All of my friends are dead, but they was never scared to get bread
Even runnin' from the feds, all of my friends are dead
They left me alone
And now I'm sittin' here with the chrome, baby
All of my friends are dead, they're dead, all of my friends
Abraham Lincoln stinkin' in my pocket
My main man died, so he stank in my bank
My homie is dead, so, I'ma flip him
Pull the rest of my boys out and clip him
I think my pocket is the morgue, 'cause it's full of dead people
Just to make it equal, I'ma grave rob people
Am I evil? Or am I just a good friend?
'Cause I be foldin' dead presidents until the end
The unholy, it's like a crucifix
Dead B-O-D-I-E-S, I'm used to this
Dead presidents, I never voted for
I like 'em dead like a bullet to the head from a 44
Girls always ask me where my friends at?
They wanna meet 'em 'cause they know my homies know where the ends at
Like my homie Salmon P. Chase
I been carryin' his body around for years and never seen his face
Ten thousand good reasons why I'm friends with him
And every girl in the city wanna get with him
But I'ma tell you what I already said
You can't meet my homie 'cause all my friends are dead
All of my friends are dead, they're dead, all of my friends
All of my friends are dead, they're dead, all of my friends
Andrew Jackson, twenty years old
Life in my pocket with no parole
Had a friend named Ulysses Grant, but I didn't know
At the time blood was five-O
And then me and Hamilton was hangin'
First name Alexander
The propaganda for me to speak is slander
Homie had ten days to live, now, he's dead
With a fold in his forehead
My boy George got shot and that's all she wrote
First president on Federal Reserve notes
I got friends like sins and that's plenty
I'd rather have dead friends than any hangin' with
The dead bodies the kind that don't stink
My hands green from all the green ink
You might think I'm a killer, if you don't listen
But I deal with more dead bodies than a mortician
Flippin' 'em, foldin' 'em, layin' 'em out
Sometimes I just stack 'em up and then count
But whatever the amount, it's still said
That my friends make a difference in my life even though they're all dead
All of my friends are dead, they're dead, all of my friends
All of my friends are dead, they're dead, all of my friends
All of my friends are dead, is the song that I'm singing
That's why my phone's not ringin', baby
All of my friends are dead, but they was never scared to get bread
Even runnin' from the feds, all of my friends are dead
They left me alone
And now I'm sittin' here with the chrome, baby
All of my friends are dead, they're dead, all of my friends
All of my friends are dead, they're dead, all of my friends
All of my friends are dead, is the song that I'm singing
That's why my phone's not ringin', baby
All of my friends are dead, but they was never scared to get bread
Even runnin' from the feds, all of my friends are dead
They left me alone
And now I'm sittin' here with the chrome, baby
All of my friends are dead, they're dead, all of my friends
Abraham Lincoln stinkin' in my pocket
My main man died, so he stank in my bank
My homie is dead, so, I'ma flip him
Pull the rest of my boys out and clip him
I think my pocket is the morgue, 'cause it's full of dead people
Just to make it equal, I'ma grave rob people
Am I evil? Or am I just a good friend?
'Cause I be foldin' dead presidents until the end
The unholy, it's like a crucifix
Dead B-O-D-I-E-S, I'm used to this
Dead presidents, I never voted for
I like 'em dead like a bullet to the head from a 44
Girls always ask me where my friends at?
They wanna meet 'em 'cause they know my homies know where the ends at
Like my homie Salmon P. Chase
I been carryin' his body around for years and never seen his face
Ten thousand good reasons why I'm friends with him
And every girl in the city wanna get with him
But I'ma tell you what I already said
You can't meet my homie 'cause all my friends are dead
All of my friends are dead, they're dead, all of my friends
All of my friends are dead, they're dead, all of my friends
Andrew Jackson, twenty years old
Life in my pocket with no parole
Had a friend named Ulysses Grant, but I didn't know
At the time blood was five-O
And then me and Hamilton was hangin'
First name Alexander
The propaganda for me to speak is slander
Homie had ten days to live, now, he's dead
With a fold in his forehead
My boy George got shot and that's all she wrote
First president on Federal Reserve notes
I got friends like sins and that's plenty
I'd rather have dead friends than any hangin' with
The dead bodies the kind that don't stink
My hands green from all the green ink
You might think I'm a killer, if you don't listen
But I deal with more dead bodies than a mortician
Flippin' 'em, foldin' 'em, layin' 'em out
Sometimes I just stack 'em up and then count
But whatever the amount, it's still said
That my friends make a difference in my life even though they're all dead
All of my friends are dead, they're dead, all of my friends
All of my friends are dead, they're dead, all of my friends
All of my friends are dead, is the song that I'm singing
That's why my phone's not ringin', baby
All of my friends are dead, but they was never scared to get bread
Even runnin' from the feds, all of my friends are dead
They left me alone
And now I'm sittin' here with the chrome, baby
All of my friends are dead, they're dead, all of my friends
