conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Miss My Dawgs with the following description: Meek Mill drops a song on the eve of Chinx’s death about his best friend Lil' Snupe, who was also shot to death before his career reached its full potential.
  The killing of Chinx obviously reminded Meek of the pain he felt when Snupe passed away in 2013.
  https://twitter.com/MeekMill/status/600107821221302272 Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Meek Mill & 
  Strap
  ]
  I miss my dawg (
  I miss my dawg
  )
  I miss my dawg (
  I miss my dawg
  )
  And they killed my little nigga
  Man I wish that I was there when that shit popped off (
  shit popped off
  )
  And who would’ve thought (
  who would've thought
  )
  I’d ever get that call (
  mh-hmm, mh-hmm
  )
  So I’m out here riding with my niggas
  And we sliding, letting shit pop off (
  pop off
  )
  I miss my dawg (
  I miss my dawg
  )
  I miss my dawg (
  I miss my dawg
  )
  And they killed my little nigga
  Man I wish that I was there when that shit popped off (
  shit popped off
  )
  And who would’ve thought (
  who would've thought
  )
  I’d ever get that call (
  mh-hmm, mh-hmm
  )
  So I’m out here riding with my niggas
  And we sliding, letting shit pop off (
  yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
  )
  [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
  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 gon' clap for me or gon' 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 in 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 me young nigga am I wrong or right? [Chorus: Meek Mill & 
  Strap
  ]
  I miss my dawgs (
  I miss my dawg
  )
  I miss my dawg (
  I miss my dawg
  )
  And they killed my little nigga
  Man I wish that I was there when that shit popped off (
  shit popped off
  )
  And who would’ve thought (
  who would've thought
  )
  I’d ever get that call (
  mh-hmm, mh-hmm
  )
  So I’m out here riding with my niggas
  And we sliding, letting shit pop off (
  pop off
  )
  I miss my dawg (
  I miss my dawg
  )
  I miss my dawg (
  I miss my dawg
  )
  And they killed my little nigga
  Man I wish that I was there when that shit popped off (
  shit popped off
  )
  And who would’ve thought (
  who would've thought
  )
  I’d ever get that call (
  mh-hmm, mh-hmm
  )
  So I’m out here riding with my niggas
  And we sliding, letting shit pop off (
  yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
  )
  [Verse 2: Meek Mill]
  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 'fore they got you
  So I’ma fight hard for the fam until they pop us, 'til 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 [Outro: Travis Scott]
  Fly high, so high, fly high, so high
  Fly high, so high, so long, goodbye
  Fly high, so high, so long, goodbye
  So high, so high, so long, goodbye