YUKMOUTH - Father Like Son lyrics
rate meYes.<br>Yes.<br>My lil shortys gonna be a thug.<br>Father like son, like son like dad.<br>My family all into makin this cash.<br>Shorty's gonna be a thug.<br>Like father, like son, like son, like dad.<br>My family's all into makin this cash.<br>My lil, shortys gonna be a thug.<br>Like father, like son, like son, like dad.<br>My family's all into makin this cash.<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Look in yo eyes<br>An I see, the reflection of me<br>My little guy<br>Thank the lord for blessin me wit a seed<br>Before he died<br>My father taught these lessons to me<br>An before I die, I share the same lessons that he was stressin to me<br>Nigga it's in yo blood, you gone be a thug<br>No matter the cause<br>Niggas born to floss, an be the boss<br>That's how he was taught<br>I raised you in the north<br>Away from the hood where, times are hard<br>But as soon as the, grind get hard<br>You put yo time in god.<br><br>Verse 1<br><br>It's in our blood<br>Thuggin<br>Til the days of my death<br>My last breath taken by the atf like, david koresh<br>My steps of life<br>My last testimony, God bless my wife<br>My lil son gone be set for life, always dressed up nice<br>And smokin kryponite<br>Might grow up an rip the mic<br>Or slang some chickens like his great grandpappy<br>Whatever makes the man happy<br>Grands snappy<br>But lord forbid, he try to do the same shit that his pappy did<br>Nigga, end up in some khaki shit<br>Handcuffed, in back of the bus wit a gang of other niggas fucked up<br>Then shipped up, shit greed<br>Shit get deep<br>Niggas bleed<br>Information juss to get free<br>That's why you never see no busta niggas hangin wit me<br>Be a loner<br>If you ain't got that fuckin dragon tattoo on ya<br>Knock a nigga on his ass, so fast the class makes have to use amonia<br>To wake him up<br>Nurse, pick him up<br>An take him up<br>Hit the dice game in the alley way<br>Yo nigga break 'em up.<br><br>Chorus *(yukmouth)*<br><br>Look in yo eyes<br>An I see, a reflection of me<br>My little guy<br>Thank the lord for blessin me wit a seed<br>Before he died<br>My father taught these lessons to me<br>An before I die, I share the same lessons that he was stressin to me<br>It's in yo blood, you gone be a thug<br>No matter the cost<br>Born to floss, an to be the boss<br>That's how he was taught<br>I raised you in the north<br>Away from the hood where, times are hard<br>But as soon as the, grind get hard<br>You put yo time in god<br>It's in our blood.<br><br>Verse 2<br><br>And send a letter to my killa<br>Whoever it my be<br>I know that death is callin, I can hear it pagin me<br>Chasin me<br>(ch-ch... haha)<br>Like jason be<br>But ain't no breakin me<br>Or takin the safe from me<br>Not even a fuckin 8 from me<br>Be ready to catch a thirty-eight to the chest straight from me<br>Even if they wasted me<br>My son will be replacin me<br>On the street makin g's<br>Like his poppy was<br>Smokin chronic budded<br>Sellin drugs like his poppy does<br>See his poppy was a, mutha fuckin soldier<br>Hittin figure eights up in nova<br>Always smokin doja<br>Wit a pocket full of quarters<br>Went from bein a small timer, to highroller<br>To the block controller<br>Set up shop, an got it locked wit all the rocks an powdered cola<br>Now the cowards know the time<br>Taught you to grind before your time<br>I taught you how to hold a 9<br>Taught you how to stay sharper than a poker prime<br>Nigga focus yo mind, on the money<br>Fuck a big behind<br>An keep a click of down ass niggas, an then you'll be fine<br>These are the rules<br>Nigga choose to utilize or loose<br>Pay yo dues<br>If I die juss get my face tattooed<br>Up on yo shoulder, or right over your heart<br>Cuz, when it get dark<br>That's when this shit starts, an daddy didn't raise no marks!<br><br>*(chorus)* 3x
