Thinking of You

Oh, I'm missing you
 Tell me why the road turns
 Oh oh, I'm missing you
 Tell me why the road turns
 Thinking of you,
 Thinking of you,
 Thinking of you
 Fuck what you're going through (It's Philthy nigga)
 Peep me out look
 I remember that day, shit'll never change
 You was my nigga', should've never changed
 Shit is all the same, nigga's die, momma's cry
 Bitches turn sour now she fucking on that other guy
 Fucking with that other side
 Man I miss my nigga's
 I ain't talking rap nigga's, man I miss my nigga's
 Free Dame, free Wayne, free Derwin too
 Free Bot, free Low, free Mo too
 Mall took 18, Hyphe took 22, Real took a half of hundred
 Something that I couldn't stomach
 Tae just got locked up, D waiting on an appeal
 Real ran in a bank, man life is so real
 Mane just came home, but he back on the run
 Somebody snitching on him told them where to find the gun
 Thinking to myself, as I wrote this song
 Most of my nigga's from my hood either dead or gone (It's Philthy)
 Thinking of you,
 Thinking of you,
 Thinking of you
 Fuck what you're going through (It's Philthy, peep me out)
 No block on my phone
 My nigga's call straight through
 Run up off at the mouth I'll have my nigga's scrape you
 Nothing to live for, my nigga's doing life sentences
 Either dead or in jail we doing life sentences
 Rest in peace Dre Feddi, rest in peace Tee Woods
 Rest in peace C and M until we fucking meet again
 Free my nigga Chris the Fifth, free my nigga Chris Lokket
 Real nigga's going to sleep is not a fucking option
 It's a real nigga' behind this fucking ice
 So keep it solid while you here, you don't live twice
 Hold your head all my nigga's on the top tier
 And pour some liquor for my nigga's that is not here
 Rest in peace shirts, a lot of sad faces
 A lot of snitch nigga's caught real nigga's cases
 There ain't no day that go by that I don't think about you
 Middle finger to the ones that don't think about you (It's Philthy)
 Thinking of you,
 Thinking of you,
 Thinking of you
 Fuck what you're going through (It's Philthy nigga', I do this for y'all)
 Nigga's don't understand to lose they right hand man
 They go crazy in the head, rest in peace Lil Rege
 I was raised by the streets, I wasn't raised by my parents
 So being a real street nigga' could never be a challenge
 Moms had 5 kids, 5 different baby daddies
 Raised by the OG's I never had a fucking daddy
 No I never needed one, I'm a father to my son
 He don't even know my son
 See this life hard, don't get it twisted though
 I been a real nigga', since a snotty nose
 5-0 killed Joddy, but they don't talk about it
 I guess 'cause he was a felon, they don't talk about it
 I miss my nigga's everyday no I can't lie
 Even though I'm riding fly nigga' still cry
 I miss my nigga's everyday no I can't lie
 Even though I'm riding fly nigga' still cry (It's Philthy)
 Thinking of you,
 Thinking of you,
 Thinking of you
 Fuck what you're going through
 Thinking of you,
 Thinking of you,
 Thinking of you,
 Thinking of you.