Bri
You've been through a lot and I ain't been there just to see you through
Just know that from afar, sis, I see you too
You're stronger than you think, so when weeks get too
Hard for you to bear whenever that you need me you
Just gotta pick up that phone, I'll answer it if I can (I'll try)
Or write you everyday till I got cramps in my hands
The only thing I ask of you is put them cigarettes down
And stick to smoking tree, we seen what cancer just did to Gram (R.I.P)
And I don't want that for you never in life
You're still my baby sister, I remember many of nights
That we would talk about life both with the heaviest eyes
Then go to sleep next to each other sharing beds without pride
But then I started making music, started working on my movement
You was hanging in the streets, I wasn't watching who was you with
Then I started hearing rumors, come to figure they was true
And I really couldn't take it
My baby sister was pregnant
Fuck
As it turned out that baby was the biggest blessing of life
That little Henry boy was probably my lesson in Christ
I remember ultrasounds when he was less than a rice
And now he teach his baby brother how to peddle them bikes
Shit crazy, they really grow up faster than we all expect
Make us work a little harder, little faster for them checks
And little Carlos I ain't met him yet, but hoping that he knows
That I love his ass to death and the minute that he grows
He got tickets to my shows, as many trips as he can go (Let's go! Come on!)
Tio BreeZie, won't be easy if he see you slipping though
So, listen to your Mom, and your pops he be that Gwan
Even if we don't understand him when he be tripping dawg
Awwwwww
And watch out for your sis
I know she comin' on the way
But just do better than I did
And never let her go astray
Love her like you do each other
And I know she'll be okay
Watch over Rosa Nieve
Uh
You were the youngest of us, started a family of your own
No it wasn't a must, but it demanded you to grow
And the change I've seen, managed to stay so clean
In a city so shitty just made me chase my dreams
Just keep up the good work and I promise you this
The second that I make it, you're getting the bombest of whips (Just wait)
And tallest of cribs and the lobster and ribs (Yeah! Woo!)
Initials on the best estate, I'll get you out that Section 8
Forreal
I wish it would just happen already
Just know that I am working hard so I'll be back in a minute
So whenever you hit me up and I don't pick up the phone
Don't take it personal, just understand the mission I'm on
I'm working hard everyday for my nephews and niece
I'm working hard everyday to bring the best out of me
I know our brothers are okay so the message I preach
Is I'm working hard just to save you Bri
Sis, I love you
I don't even know what prompted me to write this song, forreal
It was just like
Man, I've been on this Earth for 23 years now and I ain't wrote a song for you?
You're my fucking sister, man
I love you
I love you, I love the kids, man
Just stay safe, okay?
Just know that from afar, sis, I see you too
You're stronger than you think, so when weeks get too
Hard for you to bear whenever that you need me you
Just gotta pick up that phone, I'll answer it if I can (I'll try)
Or write you everyday till I got cramps in my hands
The only thing I ask of you is put them cigarettes down
And stick to smoking tree, we seen what cancer just did to Gram (R.I.P)
And I don't want that for you never in life
You're still my baby sister, I remember many of nights
That we would talk about life both with the heaviest eyes
Then go to sleep next to each other sharing beds without pride
But then I started making music, started working on my movement
You was hanging in the streets, I wasn't watching who was you with
Then I started hearing rumors, come to figure they was true
And I really couldn't take it
My baby sister was pregnant
Fuck
As it turned out that baby was the biggest blessing of life
That little Henry boy was probably my lesson in Christ
I remember ultrasounds when he was less than a rice
And now he teach his baby brother how to peddle them bikes
Shit crazy, they really grow up faster than we all expect
Make us work a little harder, little faster for them checks
And little Carlos I ain't met him yet, but hoping that he knows
That I love his ass to death and the minute that he grows
He got tickets to my shows, as many trips as he can go (Let's go! Come on!)
Tio BreeZie, won't be easy if he see you slipping though
So, listen to your Mom, and your pops he be that Gwan
Even if we don't understand him when he be tripping dawg
Awwwwww
And watch out for your sis
I know she comin' on the way
But just do better than I did
And never let her go astray
Love her like you do each other
And I know she'll be okay
Watch over Rosa Nieve
Uh
You were the youngest of us, started a family of your own
No it wasn't a must, but it demanded you to grow
And the change I've seen, managed to stay so clean
In a city so shitty just made me chase my dreams
Just keep up the good work and I promise you this
The second that I make it, you're getting the bombest of whips (Just wait)
And tallest of cribs and the lobster and ribs (Yeah! Woo!)
Initials on the best estate, I'll get you out that Section 8
Forreal
I wish it would just happen already
Just know that I am working hard so I'll be back in a minute
So whenever you hit me up and I don't pick up the phone
Don't take it personal, just understand the mission I'm on
I'm working hard everyday for my nephews and niece
I'm working hard everyday to bring the best out of me
I know our brothers are okay so the message I preach
Is I'm working hard just to save you Bri
Sis, I love you
I don't even know what prompted me to write this song, forreal
It was just like
Man, I've been on this Earth for 23 years now and I ain't wrote a song for you?
You're my fucking sister, man
I love you
I love you, I love the kids, man
Just stay safe, okay?
Credits
Writer(s): Carlos Acosta
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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