Father Like Son lyrics

Yes
Yes
My lil shortys gonna be a thug
Father like son, like son like dad
My family all into makin this cash
Shorty's gonna be a thug
Like father, like son, like son, like dad
My family's all into makin this cash
My lil, shortys gonna be a thug
Like father, like son, like son, like dad
My family's all into makin this cash

Chorus

Look in yo eyes
An I see, the reflection of me
My little guy
Thank the Lord for blessin me wit a seed
Before he died
My father taught these lessons to me
An before I die, I share the same lessons that he was stressin to me
n*gga it's in yo blood, you gone be a thug
No matter the cause
n*ggas born to floss, an be the boss
That's how he was taught
I raised you in the North
Away from the hood where, times are hard
But as soon as the, grind get hard
You put yo time in God
Verse 1

It's in our blood
Thuggin
Til the days of my death
My last breath taken by the ATF like, David Koresh
My steps of life
My last testimony, God bless my wife
My lil son gone be set for life, always dressed up nice
And smokin Kryponite
Might grow up an rip the mic
Or slang some chickens like his great grandpappy
Whatever makes the man happy
Grands snappy
But Lord forbid, he try to do the same sh*t that his pappy did
n*gga, end up in some khaki sh*t
Handcuffed, in back of the bus wit a gang of other n*ggas f*cked up
Then shipped up, sh*t greed
sh*t get deep
n*ggas bleed
Information juss to get free
That's why you never see no busta n*ggas hangin wit me
Be a loner
If you ain't got that f*ckin Dragon tattoo on ya
Knock a n*gga on his ass, so fast the class makes have to use amonia
To wake him up
Nurse, pick him up
An take him up
Hit the dice game in the alley way
Yo n*gga break 'em up
Chorus *(Yukmouth)*

Look in yo eyes
An I see, a reflection of me
My little guy
Thank the Lord for blessin me wit a seed
Before he died
My father taught these lessons to me
An before I die, I share the same lessons that he was stressin to me
It's in yo blood, you gone be a thug
No matter the cost
Born to floss, an to be the boss
That's how he was taught
I raised you in the North
Away from the hood where, times are hard
But as soon as the, grind get hard
You put yo time in God
It's in our blood

Verse 2

And send a letter to my killa
Whoever it my be
I know that death is callin, I can hear it pagin me
Chasin me
(ch-ch... haha)
Like Jason be
But ain't no breakin me
Or takin the safe from me
Not even a f*ckin 8 from me
Be ready to catch a thirty-eight to the chest straight from me
Even if they wasted me
My son will be replacin me
On the street makin g's
Like his poppy was
Smokin chronic budded
Sellin drugs like his poppy does
See his poppy was a, mutha f*ckin soldier
Hittin figure eights up in Nova
Always smokin doja
Wit a pocket full of quarters
Went from bein a small timer, to highroller
To the block controller
Set up shop, an got it locked wit all the rocks an powdered cola
Now the cowards know the time
Taught you to grind before your time
I taught you how to hold a 9
Taught you how to stay sharper than a poker prime
n*gga focus yo mind, on the money
f*ck a big behind
An keep a click of down ass n*ggas, an then you'll be fine
These are the rules
n*gga choose to utilize or loose
Pay yo dues
If I die juss get my face tattooed
Up on yo shoulder, or right over your heart
Cuz, when it get dark
That's when this sh*t starts, an daddy didn't raise no marks!
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