Lyrics
Ooh, I'm missing you
Tell me why the road turns
Ooh, I'm missing you
Tell me why the road turns
Thinking of you
Thinking of you
Thinking of you
What were you going through?
It's Philthy nigga, peep me out, look
I remember that day, shit'll never change
You was my nigga, shit'll never change
Shit is all the same, niggas die, mommas cry
Bitches turn sour, now she fucking on the other guy
Fucking with the other side, man I miss my niggas
I ain't talking rap niggas, man I miss my niggas
Free Dame, free Wayne, free Derwin too
Free Bot, free Lo, free Mo too
Mo took 18, Hype took 22
Rio took a half a hundred, something that I couldn't stomach
Tay just got locked up, D waiting on appeal
Real ran in the bank, man life is so real
Main just came home, but he back on the run
Somebody snitching on him, told him where to find a gun
Thinking to myself as I wrote this song
Most of my niggas from my hood either dead or gone
It's Philthy
Thinking of you
Thinking of you
Thinking of you
What were you going through?
It's Philthy, peep me out
No block on my phone, my niggas call straight through
Running off at the mouth will have my niggas scrape you
Nothing to live for, my niggas doing life sentences
Either dead or in jail, we doing life sentences
Rest in peace Dre Fetti, rest in peace T Woods
Rest in peace C and M until we fucking meet again
Free my nigga Christopher, free my nigga Chris Locky
Real niggas going extinct is not a fucking option
It's a real nigga behind this fucking ice
So keep it solid while you're here, you don't live twice
Hold your head all my niggas on the top tier
And pour out some liquor for my niggas that is not here
Rest in peace shirts, a lot of sad faces
A lot of snitch niggas caught real niggas cases
It ain't a 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
What were you going through?
It's Philthy nigga
I do this for y'all
Niggas don't understand to lose they right hand man
And go crazy in the head, rest in peace Lil Red
I was raised by the streets, I wasn't raised by my parents
So being a real street nigga could never be a talent
Mom's had five kids, five different baby daddies
Raised by the OGs, I never had a fucking daddy
Know I never needed one, I'm a father to my son
He don't even know my son
Shit is life hard, don't get it twisted though
I been a real nigga since a snotty nose
5-0 Killed Jody, but they don't talk about it
I guess cause he was a felon, they don't talk about it
I miss my niggas every day, no I can't lie
Even though I'm riding fly, niggas still cry
I miss my niggas every day, no I can't lie
Even though I'm riding fly, niggas still cry
It's Philthy
Thinking of you
Thinking of you
Thinking of you
What were you going through?
Thinking of you
Thinking of you
Thinking of you
Thinking of you