Thinking of You Philthy Rich

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)