Jay'siphore - Little Letter

Hey sister how are you doing
Apologize me I ain't pick up the Phone
You know I gotta get money
I swear to god I love your nigga
He cares about you
You ain't see me cause I gotta work
I'm moving myself like a boss
Always independent
Me and foe n em we gotta get bag you know that ain't cap
I'm sending some flowers to you to Show you my love
And all my respect
All that I do is for us i can't never Stop rather be dead
All that you taught me is love you Know I ain't changed
Still being the same
You told that god is creator Protector and savior
Remember you saying go work Like a slave and eat like a king
Sleepy eyes doesn't mean't you are Lazy
Live your life be a real nigga that's Amazing
Keep it real hunnids percent
Never fuck with a fake hoe cause a Fake bitch bring your death quick
Ever ever be a tough guy
Never act soft as napkin
I love you sis I meant mama
My other queen my real drama
I'm getting paid but I still humble
And when I have it never act Fumble
My soul hurt and my heart cold
Even far I ain't break the code
You are my sis and I still love you

Written by:
Jay’siphore Kabamba

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