Love Dior Banks

I love my daddy, I miss my daddy He was so special to me He took me shoppin', bought me everything I follow his footsteps and bigger dreams That's my daddy, that's my king (Turn Me Up Josh) (J Thrash On The Track) (A-A-Ayo Bleu) Ask me how I feel inside my mind, but I'm okay, for real Never ever ask me about my life or about my case, for real What you know 'bout sellin' e'rythin' you got 'cause you gotta pay the bills? I just drove two hours to get some drank, I feel like a J, for real Got some shooters comin' out that cut, they move like Navy SEALs I will never vouch to pay for pussy, I'd rather pay a pill Ask me for some cash, I'll give it to you, I'm like the bank, for real What you know 'bout bein' around all them drugs? That shit stink, for real Whenever that cash involved, them niggas gon' go race to kill Sometimes I leave the Perc' on my tongue just to taste a pill And he on papers, he tryna slide, I gotta make him chill I be havin' deep talks with my dawgs, I gotta make 'em feel Yeah, look up and pray in my palms Hold your brother in your arms, never let him go Yeah, this shit ain't promised tomorrow If you get him in your arms, never let him go Yeah, and I love you for life Hold him close, and you let him know Yeah, it's too many homicides Hold him close and you let him know We see niggas fuckin' with other niggas, they out-of-towners You come around 'cause you got the drugs, you know I won't allow it Plenty nights I ain't talk to my son, I had to call in private Sometimes I'm mad I picked up a cup, I tried to really fight it And I'ma react you play with my bitch, you know that's really wifey Say somethin' 'bout Tay time, I'ma react 'cause you know you reunited I'm from the Lam', I've been 300, I feel like Leonidas Never call my phone 'bout murders, you know they still indictin' I got a feelin' I'm beatin' my case 'cause I ain't even been indicted They say I'm steady climbin' the charts, and they ain't even too excited He told me he fightin' like two, three murders, I told him, "Keep on fightin'" Up to the point I'll send you money 'cause I ain't gon' keep on writin' Get fresh as hell, take care of the opps, that shit that I be on Got in my feelings, say they put V. Roy on my Styrofoam I'm The Voice, cut off my music, they gon' sing along And when I got on my feet, I put my people on Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Yeah, look up and pray in my palms Hold your brother in your arms, never let him go Yeah, this shit ain't promised tomorrow If you get him in your arms, never let him go Yeah, and I love you for life Hold him close, and you let him know Yeah, it's too many homicides Hold him close and you let him know