kairi
you know you about to be on my album?
yeah
do you know that
hmm?
yeah
i love you
i love you
dada
i love you
dada!
i love
dada
we gotta make the music right here
okay
make the music right here and then you play the piano
okay
daddy's arm is like a turnstile
daddy packs his bills up real high
i don't ask no questions
ask no whys
daddy's arm is like a turnstile
ain't nothing cooler than being your dad
i could be mad at the world
soon as i see you
i'm glad
for you
i go hard
can't tell me
dave
you need to relax
daddy chasing a bag
when i don't get to see you is wack
i see my eyes when i look in your eyes
i see my nose when i look at your nose
i can feel you in my soul
feel like i knew you forever
you only two years old
your father love you
no matter the stories you get told
i was there the day you came out your moms
so small
could fit your face in my palm
i used to pray you was strong
you got my last name
you my earth
a goddess
a queen
the same month you was born i stopped drinking lean
i see the world different
just me and my little girl chilling
violate
i make the world feel it
when nas made that song about daughters
ain't know the lyrics
you was born yet
now i'm listening
i can feel it
daddy's arm is like a turnstile
daddy packs his bills up real high
i don't ask no questions
ask no whys
daddy's arm is like a turnstile
ain't nothing better than knowin' you mines
i see your face on facetime and i know why i grind
it was the 9th of march
never been so nervous in my life
i mean
i'm from the hood where niggas get murdered over dice
what kind of daddy would i be?
i done sold drugs
been in jail
been denied bail
with my homie hoping he don't tell
i never changed a diaper before
i helped ayeshia with jamir but that was light
he a boy
little girls is the future of our world
can't impress with just diamonds or some pearls
my daughter gotta be thorough
you half puerto-rican
half black
i trade it all for you before i write my last rap
when you get older
i'll tell you how i stash packs
and tucked weed in my socks and had to flee from the cops
but forget that
i'd rather teach you 'bout independence
and how the world is yours and you don't need nobody in it
daddy's arm is like a turnstile
daddy packs his bills up real high
i don't ask no questions
ask no whys
daddy's arm is like a turnstile