Miss My Dawgs

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 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 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 Deen 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 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 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 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 In the 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 cause they don't 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