Like Father, Like Son lyrics

by

Rick Ross


[Chorus]
There ain't no love
The love of a father, father, father, father, father
There ain't no love
The love of a father, father, father, father, father

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Yeah, I'm filthy rich with quarter ki's in the kitchen on 'em
Tha block is hot, but we still outchea gettin' it on 'em
And keep a tool every time we hit the streets
'Cause these n*ggas act a fool, and we be quick to put it on 'em
Them tear drops, homie
We so not the n*gga to f*ck with, 'cause we will pop
.40 cal, keep it c*cked, n*gga, ready to block
Keep a gun, a extra clip, homie, that's how we rock
And like father, like son, daddy, we don't borrow
We stay on the grind, homie, 'cause we grind harder
And f*ckin' with me, homie, you won't like
You be the next t-shirt, we in ya hood all night
We got them birds flyin' out, and we've allowed the pipes
We do this state-to-state thing and cheat the price
And Rufus came home, and I told him, "They shady"
'Cause he would tell me about them pus*y n*ggas back in the eighties, baby

[Chorus]
There ain't no love
The love of a father, father, father, father, father
There ain't no love
The love of a father, father, father, father, father
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Listen, Birdman put me on when I was just eleven
He was my teacher, so I was like, "f*ck the lesson"
He was my preacher, so I was like, "f*ck the reverend"
My mother Cida, she said that I was with the devil
My mother Cida, now say that he was sent from heaven
So, I take heed to every single word that he tell me
And I remember what my poppa told me
Remember what my poppa told me, Young Stunna

[Verse 3: Birdman]
Yeah, I'm outchea, homie, pitchin' the game
And, yes, I do the whole thing, n*gga, give me my change
Yes, we do them old things, out that brand new Range
Lil' n*gga like his father, homie, doin' his thing
We keep the gun for the paper, homie, aimed and c*cked
Every n*gga in my circle, homie, ready to pop
We be ridin' drop top, that's just how we rock
And I'll be rollin' in the Phantom through my uptown blocks, n*gga

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
There ain't no love
The love of a father, father, father, father, father
There ain't no love
The love of a father, father, father, father, father
Alright, money on my mind
Look, I-I-I I hear you n*ggas whisperin'
I say whisperin' 'cause you n*ggas ain't hollerin' 'bout sh*t
Po' pus*y ass n*ggas gangsta and me
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Look, Birdman Jr., f*ck the world, pops
And we gon' keep it movin', even if the world stops
Stay strapped and laced like girl socks
Stay dapped and draped like a birthday cake
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sippin' on Louis when we thirsty
You know, I do believe the money's cursed me
So I pray to God that the devil don't murk me, huh
Little Wizzle, but b*tches call me first place
And poppa taught me, "Paper chase, never skirt chase"
I put you n*ggas in the closet, in the shirt space
You n*ggas yellow like Sesame Street, Bert's face
Worst case scenario, burial
Two-tone Carrera like Mascara, uh
A G4 take your boy where ever
Like father, like son the era, n*gga

[Chorus]
There ain't no love
The love of a father, father, father, father, father
There ain't no love
The love of a father, father, father, father, father
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