Love Dior Banks Lyrics – Lil Durk

[Intro: 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!

[Verse 1]
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 selling 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 coming out that cut
They move like Navy SEALs
I will never vouch to pay for pu**y
I'd rather pay a pill
Ask me for some cash, I'll give it to you
HI'm like the bank, for real
What you know about being around all them drugs?
That sh!t stink, for real
Whenever that cash involved
Them n!ggas gone 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 having deep talks with my dawgs
I gotta make 'em feel

[Chorus]
(Yeah) Look up and pray in my palms
Hold your brother in your arms, never let him go
(Yeah) This sh!t 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

[Verse 2]
We see n!ggas f**king with other n!ggas
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 b!tch
You know that's really wifey
Say something '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 indicting
I got a feeling I'm beating my case
'cause I ain't even been indicted
They say I'm steady climbing the charts
And they ain't even too excited
He told me he fighting like two
Three murders, I told him keep on fighting
Up to the point I'll send you money
'cause I ain't gone keep on writing
Get fresh as hell, take care of the opps
That sh!t 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 gone sing along
And when I got on my feet
I put my people on

[Bridge]
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

[Chorus]
(Yeah) Look up and pray in my palms
Hold your brother in your arms, never let him go
(Yeah) This sh!t 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