Philthy Rich - Thinking Of You lyrics

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