Miss My Dawgs

[Hook: Meek Mill & Strap Da Fool]

I miss my dawgs

I miss my dawgs

And they killed my little nigga

Man I wish that I was there when that shit popped off

And who would’ve thought, I’d ever get that call

So I’m out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off[Hook: Meek Mill & Strap Da Fool]

I miss my dawgs

I miss my dawgs

And they killed my little nigga

Man I wish that I was there when that shit popped off

And who would’ve thought, I’d ever get that call

So I’m out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

They killed Chinx Drugz in his own city

They killed Lil Snupe in his own city

Wonder why I don't be in my own city

I don't know if niggas gone clap for me or going to kill me

Still living lavish and they still wonder why I act savage

All these guns and automatics

Still gonna murder these niggas that want to have it

Before they have me miss my son’s football practice

Fuck y’all niggas that killed Lil Snupe

And when we run into y’all niggas we gone kill y’all too

I still pray every young nigga feel that coupe

Cause young niggas feel like me, I feel like you

Fifty shades of grey, want to do me like Freddie

I pray to god, load my chopper, tell them niggas I’m ready

I’m riding round with my squad, it's Pmon and Omelly

I got Dean in the cut, my nigga Coon be so heavy

We got to make it back home tonight

So fuck the law, we brought the chrome tonight

Cause the cops won’t save you, you alone tonight

So tell a young nigga am I wrong or right[Hook: Meek Mill & Strap Da Fool]

I miss my dawgs

I miss my dawgs

And they killed my little nigga

Man I wish that I was there when that shit popped off

And who would’ve thought, I’d ever get that call

So I’m out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off[Hook: Meek Mill & Strap Da Fool]

I miss my dawgs

I miss my dawgs

And they killed my little nigga

Man I wish that I was there when that shit popped off

And who would’ve thought, I’d ever get that call

So I’m out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Sometimes I miss my dad, I wish he could see me now

Rolls Royce, he wouldn’t believe me now

The way I took my mom out the hood, got Tweety round

From the jects to the burbs, I wish you could meet me now

But you died before he was even round

But I set him straight though, look who he be around

And he sticks with the kids where they really play soccer

When he could’ve been a nigga on the corner with a chopper

You the one that taught me how to hold my hands before they got you

So I’mma fight hard for the fam until they pop us, till they rock us

You ain’t even get to meet my son Papi

He’s three now, and he be asking where his grandpop is

You see now, they talk us down, see my fam shopping

Now see the brand new Benz and the brand new houses

Know you see these brand new friends, acting brand new, smiling

And I just got brand new bills, that’s brand new problems

And my old homie told on me, like damn you wyling

And that shit you talk from jail don’t scare nobody

Cause you told, you dead now

And you know, nigga walk with your head down

RIP[Outro: Travi$ Scott]

Fly high, so high, fly high, so high

Fly high, so high, so long, goodbye

Fly high, so high, so long, goodbye

So high, so high, so long, goodbye

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