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Dee Mula - Dey Miss Me Lyrics

[Intro]
I'm back
(Honcho on that beat, word, say that)
I can't let these people down, they love me, they waitin' on me
Streets callin', "Where Mula been?
How that young nigga doin'? Where he been at?
Where his mind been? He straight?
Alright, he good? How his kids doin'?"
They miss me, I can't let these people down, man
Everybody miss Mula, where Mula been?

[Verse 1]
Ayy, ayy, I ain't gon' lie, my mind been throwed off
Told me you gon' put me in a car, these niggas drove off
Been plenty times I could've died, popped pills and I done dozed off
Playin' behind that wheel
I done been through so much shit, it turned my heart into some steel
It broke my heart when they told me I'd sacrifice my lil' nigga
Why the fuck would I do that when I'm so tight with my nigga?
Wrong or right, by my nigga, I'll bust that pipe for my nigga
My heart so big, come out my shirt, his fights my fights, my nigga
Ain't no one-on-ones, we whoop niggas' ass, yeah, go get your gun
"Always chase the paper, don't lay up too much," Words to my son
If I say we locked in, then it's stamped, my word is my bond
They say you gotta be careful what you say 'cause the power in the tongue
I know niggas'd rather see me dead, so my gun by my dick
It ain't goin' off, no Cheddar Bob, I ain't worried 'bout shit
Fightin' with my bitch, she want me home, but I'm takin' these risks
I gotta take these chances, in my mind, I'm 'posed to been got rich
Headfirst, never had my head down, my head up (Nah)
I was out there hustlin', blood on his hands, he fed up
Mask on, every time they slid through, we slid back (Dah, dah, dah, skrrt)
Only difference was before we pulled off, made sure they flat
No, don't cry, don't cry, oh
[Interlude]
Uh, oh
Oh, ah
Oh, ah

[Verse 2]
And all this shit I've been through makin' me smarter, streets raw
What's done in the dark comes to the light, the streets talk
Nowadays, they brag about the murder, I thought we 'posed to beat 'em
Police picked him up, got screenshots, they tie they hands, then feed 'em
And I got kids now, I ain't tryna die
Send a threat, I'm comin' to get you, they can't watch they grandma cry (Come on)
Havin' sit-downs with my mama, she say, "He ain't got a lot"
Comin' to jail just to hug me, seen the tears in her eyes
Don't nobody know how all this pain feel, I been poppin' pain pills
I been waitin' on 'em to change, they been actin' the same still
I ain't linkin' with no rappers (Nah), don't do shit but play each other (Nuh-uh)
Leave the real niggas behind and call the yes men they brother (Brother)
I ain't slidin' for nobody (Nuh-uh), it's your turn, nigga (Yeah)
Karma eatin' me and my niggas up, it's your turn, nigga
Still in the field, got cleats on
I don't wanna hear these niggas lie, turn some beats on
They savin' all the hoes we done fucked to R&B songs

[Outro]
(Honcho on that beat, word, say that)
It's crazy
I can't let these people down, they miss me, man (Uh-huh)
They lookin' for me, "Where Mula been?" (Mhm)
I'm back