[DThang´s Daughter]
I love my daddy, I miss my daddy
He was so special to me
He took me shopping, 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)
(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 about sellin´ everything 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 about 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

(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