Etha (My Sisters)

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(Yea yea)
(Yea yea)
(Yea yea oh)
(You feel me?)

Niggas don't be havin' shit to rap bout' so they lie about it
And you won't be takin' shit from me I'll send you high bout' it
Can make you fly just like a dove not talkin' wide body
That's on my motherfuckin' mom bitch Imma die about it
She really love me I love her
I put that shit on Hollins can't find my soul but I'm still whole
I'm opened eyed behind this
All behind these words be pain and struggle I swear that I am tryin' these nigga's lame
Fresh out the gutta they wanna nullify me and at the end of the day I'm still ridin' for my niggas
Listen, Preacher read the page move bishops we are with limits
I force myself right through the gates I made it home followed by spirits
I understand no one I do this for my sisters
(Yea)
That is my sister
(Yea)
Oh yes lord I love my sisters
We ask for help and then they treat it like a whisper but when they askin' they want us to hear more clearer
Niggas trippin' that's on my pops they got it fucked up
Ain't nobody finna' touch us
Real bad bitch she stuck up
She real ratchet I can't trust her I love my sisters so much
Tell them pussy boys they can't touch them niggas know I'm goin' up
Yea straight up steppin' with my bro's on my side
You know that's us it done been a long time since she died
I can't remember the last time I really had cried I still love her
Been through it all hard times good times (Yea)
Made it out the rain endured some pain now I can see the sun shine
He hate on niggas that's doin' well
That boy is not one of mines (Root of all evil)
That tree didn't sprout from a seed yes indeed they filled with greed they hate to see em' succeed
And that shit weird on my soul (On my soul)
I ain't grow up like that leave yo' home then return safe
I thank the lord that I made it back
I can't believe shit they say cause all they know is cap
He walked down this path all alone
Won't be misguided he don't need a map
Plus he feel bad when he do wrong they just talk down they do not cut em' slack
He don't know how to love no more he broken hearted not talkin' cardiac
Got four lil' sisters he motivated man just to chase a rack
Do anything for they lil' ass
His brothers too I put that shit on wax
Niggas don't be havin' shit to rap bout' so they lie about it
And you won't be takin' shit from me I'll send you high bout' it
Can make you fly just like a dove not talkin' wide body
That's on my motherfuckin' mom bitch Imma die about it
She really love me I love her
I put that shit on Hollins can't find my soul but I'm still whole
I'm opened eyed behind this
All behind these words be pain and struggle I swear that I am tryin' these nigga's lame
Fresh out the gutta they wanna nullify me and at the end of the day I'm still ridin' for my niggas
Listen, Preacher read the page move bishops we are with limits
I force myself right through the gates I made it home followed by spirits
I understand no one I do this for my sisters
(Yea)
That is my sister
(Yea)
Oh yes lord I love my sisters

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