Like Father Like Son

There ain't no love like the love of a father

Father, father, father, ain't no love

There ain't no love like the love of a father

Father, father, father, ain't no love

I'm filthy rich with quarter keys in the kitchen on them

The block is hot, but we still out here getting it on them

And keep a tool every time we hit the streets

'Cause these **** act a fool, and we be quick to put it on them

Them tear drops, homie, we so not

The **** to **** with 'cause we will pop

Forty cal', keep it cocked, ****, ready the block

Keep the gun, the 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 **** with me, homie, you won't like

You be the next t-shirt, we in your hood all night

We got them birds flying out, and we then loud the pipes

We do the state to state thing and cheat the price

And Rufus came home, and I told him they shady

But he was telling me 'bout them **** **** back in the '80s, baby

There ain't no love like the love of a father

Father, father, father, ain't no love

There ain't no love like the love of a father

Father, father, father, ain't no love

Listen, Birdman put me on when I was just eleven

He was my teacher, so I was like **** the lesson

He was my preacher, so I was like **** the Reverend

My Mothercita, she said I was with the Devil

My Mothercita, now say that he was sent from Heaven

So I take heed to every single word that he tell me

And I remember when my Papa told me

Remember when my Papa told me, young stunner

Yeah, I'm out here, homie, pitching the game

And yes, I do the whole thing, ****, give me my change

Yes, we do them old things out that brand new Range

Little **** like his father, homie doing his thing

We keep the gun for the paper, homie, aimed and cocked

Every **** in my circle, homie, ready to pop

We be riding drop top, that's just how we rock

And I'll be rolling in a Phantom through my uptown blocks

There ain't no love like the love of a father

Father, father, father, ain't no love

There ain't no love like the love of a father

Father, father, father, ain't no love

Birdman Jr., **** the world Pops

And we going keep it moving 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 sipping 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 merk me

Little Wizzle, but you can just call me First Place

And Papa taught me paper chase, never skirt chase

I put you **** in the closet, in the shirt space

You **** yellow like Sesame Street, Bert's face

Worst case scenario, bury you

Two toned Carrera like mascara

That G4 take your boy wherever

Like father like son, the era

There ain't no love like the love of a father

Father, father, father, ain't no love

There ain't no love like the love of a father

Father, father, father, ain't no love