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
f** what you're going through (It's Philthy n***a)
Peep me out look
I remember that day, sh**'ll never change
You was my n***a', should've never changed
sh** is all the same, n***a's die, momma's cry
b**hes turn sour now she f**ing on that other guy
f**ing with that other side
Man I miss my n***a's
I ain't talking rap n***a's, man I miss my n***a'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 n***a's from my hood either dead or gone (It's Philthy)
Thinking of you
Thinking of you
Thinking of you
f** what you're going through (It's Philthy, peep me out)
No block on my phone
My n***a's call straight through
Run up off at the mouth I'll have my n***a's scrape you
Nothing to live for, my n***a'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 f**ing meet again
Free my n***a Chris the Fifth, free my n***a Chris Lokket
Real n***a's going to sleep is not a f**ing option
It's a real n***a' behind this f**ing ice
So keep it solid while you here, you don't live twice
Hold your head all my n***a's on the top tier
And pour some liquor for my n***a's that is not here
Rest in peace shirts, a lot of sad faces
A lot of snitch n***a's caught real n***a'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
f** what you're going through (It's Philthy n***a', I do this for y'all)
n***a'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 n***a' could never be a challenge
Moms had 5 kids, 5 different baby daddies
Raised by the OG's I never had a f**ing 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 n***a', since a snotty nose
5-0 k**ed Joddy, but they don't talk about it
I guess 'cause he was a felon, they don't talk about it
I miss my n***a's everyday no I can't lie
Even though I'm riding fly n***a' still cry
I miss my n***a's everyday no I can't lie
Even though I'm riding fly n***a' still cry (It's Philthy)
Thinking of you
Thinking of you
Thinking of you
f** what you're going through
Thinking of you
Thinking of you
Thinking of you
Thinking of you