M.I.A

I miss my dog Putt, I miss my brother Zeek

I miss my lil cousin, when you died it made me weak

I miss the way she smell, I miss that loyalty

The way she kiss and tell, hope she listening to me

I miss them three years, I miss my son birth

I miss my daughter Ny'kier , yeah them bullets would've hurt

I missed out on that deal, ain't gon' miss another meal

Don't miss interpret shit, I leave you missing in the field

I miss them old days, I miss them long nights

I miss my nigga Marcus, man I miss them dog fights