Miss The Guys Lyrics – Doodie Lo

Read the full Miss The Guys lyrics by Doodie Lo along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Doodie Lo’s music, you can also explore Let’s Talk About It and What You Done 2 Me, two other songs by Doodie Lo.

[Verse 1]
From the mud, from the trenches
Yeah, the streets rage
My kid’s mama don’t believe in God, s*it, I think she satan (I think she satan)
I’ve been on my spiritual s*it, I gotta teach my babies (I gotta teach my babies)
I couldn’t even buy McDonald’s, how the fu*k I make it?
Nightmares, I’m having federal dreams and I don’t talk about it
I be scared to put this s*it in raps, cause they be trying to solve it
They tricked me, they ain’t keep it solid (Solid)
Pu*sy should’ve went to college
Told him everything he knew
They ain’t even have to ask him about it

(??) he’ll slide in his wheelchair
I’m just tryna’ stay up out my feelings, but I still care
How the fu*k I lose all my friends? This don’t feel fair
Told em’ stay up out my head, it feel like I (??)

[Chorus]
Got my diary in my brain
It ain’t the same with this fame
In the club by myself, like, damn, I miss the gang
Free smurk, got the chain
I feel Zoo in my veins
You told me to keep my gun, you the one died, that s*it lame

[Verse 2]
Pop out in hot cars
We rock shows, we rock stars
Damn, I miss my partners
Mask on monsters
Tell em’ go get headshot
Bring you back a deadlock
Why you calling my phone, knowing damn well the feds hot?
These rappers switched on us, s*it, I’m the reason you got a verse
Was tryna’ come around me, tryna’ drink lean, hang around Durk
S*it, I’m tired of biting my tongue
N!ggas really been our sons

As rappers we was the first n!ggas that put switches on our guns
Now you n!ggas slime hot
They d!ck-riding, timeout
Prayed on the downfall, now you wanna shine (You wanna shine)
There ain’t no friends in this s*it, n!gga, it’s only us (It’s only us)
I was blind off the lean, that’s why I keep the cup

[Chorus]
Got my diary in my brain
It ain’t the same with this fame
In the club by myself, like, damn, I miss the gang
Free smurk, got the chain
I feel Zoo in my veins
You told me to keep my gun, you the one died, that s*it lame

[Chorus]
Got my diary in my brain
It ain’t the same with this fame
In the club by myself, like, damn, I miss the gang
Free smurk, got the chain
I feel Zoo in my veins
You told me to keep my gun, you the one died, that s*it lame (Died, that s*it lame)

[Outro]
Aye
I done lost (??)
(??)