My Miss 2.0
A. G. Cook Lyrics

Ain't a damn thang changed
Nothing has changed, everything is still the same

We still up in this game
We are still actively involved in this industry

And you know, I really miss my nigga Screw-U
I deeply long for my friend Screw-U, who is no longer here

Everyday it be the same
Every day follows the same pattern and routine

We holding down the name
We are proudly representing and upholding our reputation

If you haters guaranteed, that we gon do you
If you are a hater, rest assured that we will retaliate against you

Cause I really miss my dog
Because I sincerely and deeply miss my friend

You use to come, and scoop me in the sharp
You would come and pick me up in a fancy car

From the trailer park in Hiram-Clarke
From a humble neighborhood called Hiram-Clarke

Rolling blue over blades
Driving smoothly over the streets with blue lights underneath the car

Daily many sherms we sparked
Every day we would smoke a lot of drugs called sherms

A lil' old playa steady fucking
A young man who was always engaged in sexual activity

With yellow to dark women
With women of various skin tones, ranging from light to dark

And we caught the munchies
We would get hungry after smoking drugs

Had to hit that Horse Chicken
We had to go eat at a place called Horse Chicken

And when everybody said fuck me
When everyone turned against me

You stood next to me
You remained by my side and supported me

Gave me some game, then he told me I was SUC
Gave me advice and wisdom, and then told me I was a member of the Screwed Up Click (SUC)

My nigga never had a hateful bone
My friend never had any malice or hatred in him

In his body and all he said was yes
He was always positive and agreeable to everything

He never said no to anybody
He never refused anyone

I ain't never, had a friend like him
I never had a friend like him before

I'm feeling vacated by destiny
I feel abandoned and lost by fate

Wish I was in the wind like him
I wish I could be carefree and go with the flow like he did

He took me to the Kappa for the first time
He introduced me to a place called the Kappa for the first time

Plus the car show
In addition to going to the car show

Late night ripping up the mic
Late at night, passionately performing on the microphone

And sipping bar slow if I was doing bad
And drinking slowly at the bar if I was feeling down

He would chunk me some ends
He would give me some money

And if I was depressed
And if I was feeling sad

My dog'd get me laughing again
My friend would make me laugh again

Telling me that I would make it
Assuring me that I would succeed

And he'd be behind me
And he would support me from behind

Now every November 16th
Now, on the 16th of November every year

Niggas can't find me
People cannot locate me

What would I be without Screw
How different would I be if I didn't have Screw in my life

The only who ever showed me the way
The only person who guided and directed me

To get paid
To make money

For spitting rhymes and wrecking
For rapping and performing energetically

Mics on the stage at the same time
Microphones on the stage simultaneously

The one who kept me keeping composure
The one who helped me stay composed

Now I'm losing it tripping quick
Now I'm starting to lose control rapidly

With a chip on my shoulder
Feeling resentful and holding a grudge

I remember living when we and you
I recall the time when we were together

Would come and scoop us
Would come and pick us up

Telling us one day we would get big
Encouraging us by saying that one day we would become successful

When nobody knew us
When nobody was familiar with us

It was destined for you to shine
It was meant for you to succeed and stand out

Now the world Screwed up
Now the world is in a mess and disarray without you

We gon rep it to the full
We are going to represent it completely and wholeheartedly

Everyday we blued up
Every day we stay true and loyal to our cause

Everything been feeling different
Everything has been feeling unfamiliar and changed

It'll never be the same
Things will never return to how they used to be

Screw I promise it be hard
Screw, I promise that life without you will be difficult

But I'm still holding down the name
But I am still preserving and maintaining our reputation

We the team and now the Click
We are the team, and now the Screwed Up Click

Is number one in the Dirty South
Is the top group in the southern hip-hop scene

We them street
We are the people from the streets

Them other niggas faking and selling out
Those other people are pretending and betraying their roots

That ain't right
That is not fair or just

But God knows we keeping your name alive
But God knows that we are ensuring your name remains relevant and remembered

Niggas fly
People are becoming successful and achieving great things

They seen the opportunity when you died
They saw the chance for success when you passed away

Really though
Seriously, genuinely

These niggas blinding people with the fog
These people are deceiving others with their lies and illusions

I ain't changed and I'ma rep you
I haven't changed, and I will represent and honor you

And I really miss you dog
And I truly miss you, my friend

It's the G-M, and SLAB
It's the G-M (Gulf Coast Mafia), and SLAB (Slow Loud And Bangin')

And your boy Billy Cook, repping that BMG
And your friend Billy Cook, representing BMG (Billy the Kid Music Group)

Mo City Gray Tapes
Records from Missouri City that have a distinctive gray aesthetic

Ain't the same without Screw
It isn't the same without Screw

Dog, we really miss you on
Friend, we truly miss you when it comes to

The one's and two's
Operating the turntables and DJ equipment

Even when you pulled up, in the candy blue
Even when you arrived in a car painted in a glossy blue color

On chops, even made hating ass niggas have
On motorcycles, and even made jealous individuals respect and admire you

To give you props
To acknowledge and give you credit

Because you gave back, to the streets
Because you contributed to the community and helped the people

You gave back to the hood
You gave back to the neighborhood

And now we miss you my nigga
And now we miss you, my friend

Feel me, we really miss you my dog
Understand, we truly miss you, my friend

We really miss my dog, ooooooh ooooh oooooh
We truly miss my friend

Yeeeeah, we really miss you DJ Screw oooooh
Yes, we truly miss you, DJ Screw

Y-e-eah yeah ay yeah, ooooooooh yeah
Yes, yes, oh yeah

We really I miss my dog
We truly miss my friend

Yeah I really miss my dog
Yes, I truly miss my friend

I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog
I sincerely miss my friend

I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog
I genuinely miss my friend

I really miss my dog, DJ Screw yeeeeeeeeeeeah
I sincerely miss my friend, DJ Screw

S-L-A-B help me out, GM yeah Trae, Z-Ro
SLAB (Slow Loud And Bangin') help me out, Gulf Coast Mafia yeah Trae, Z-Ro

Ooh yeeeeeeeeeeah, oooooooooooh yeeeeeah
Oh yes, oh yes

Yeeeeah-whooooooa, we really miss you my dog
Yes, whoa, we truly miss you, my friend

Heeey ay heeey ha, heeey ay-yeeeeeeah yeah
Hey, hey, hey, yes, yeah