| Yo, yo, I don’t know where to start with this
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| If being fatherless
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| Means no gift under trees, fuck it and plant the shit
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| Still got a tick on my feet, mothers are hustlers
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| But pushing little sis on the swing’s a box I’d rather tick
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| Ramping with my niece
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| Makes me think about the sis that I never see
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| 'Member the day you was introduced to me and Lee
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| You won’t remember it, you was only two or three
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| You had your hair in twists, pretty little sunshine
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| Dropped you off just one time
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| Then we didn’t ever see you again, was it the Choc Ice?
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| But maybe Dad’s no longer with Mum, Jamaican bloodline
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| But I feel responsible cause I could’ve reached out just one time
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| Now I wonder if you know who I am
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| I wonder if you tell your friends that we’re fam
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| I wonder if you’re listening to this
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| Even though you must’ve grown all big
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| This one’s for my little sis
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| This one’s for my little sis
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| So many landmarks missed
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| 13, 16, 18, landmarks missed
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| For all I know, you’ve got a kid that Uncle Kane can’t gift
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| Tiny baby Stan Smiths, ah, now they match my creps
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| You could all be married now and I didn’t give no speech
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| No, not that speech, the De Niro speech
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| You know where the groom goes in a headlock in the hotel suite?
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| You’re in the circle of trust, best treat she like queen
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| Family trees and olive branches
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| Or maybe we’ll next meet when Daddy passes
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| See you there
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| I’ll be in my funeral suit and Jeffery West
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| But maybe you’ve been thinking for years to send a text
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| But I get if you don’t wanna come across like you’re begging friend
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| Some girl rolled up to me at Lovebox, said she knows my sis
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| I said «nah, love, I ain’t got no-» shit, how could I forget little sis?
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| So this one’s for my little sis
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| This one’s for my little sis
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| This one’s for my little sis |