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There ain't no love
(Like [Repeats]
Like Father Like Son n***a)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like [Repeats]
Like Father, like Like Father Like Son n***a)
Father, father, father like son
[Birdman]
It filthy rich wit quarter keys in the kitchen on 'em
The Block is hot, but we still here gettin it on 'em
And keep a tool every time wit hit these streets
Cause these n***as act a fool and we'll be quick to put
It on 'em
Them tear drops homey we so not
The n***a to f** wit cause we will pop
.40 cal keep co*ked n***a ready to block
Keep a gun, extra clip homey
That's how we rock
Like father like son daddy we don't borrow
We stay on the grind homey cause we grind harder
And f**ing wit me homey you won't like
You'll be the next t-shirt we ya hood all night
We got them birds flying out and we allowed them pipes
We do this state to state thing and cheat the price
And Rufus came home and I told him to shave
But he was tellin me 'bout these p**y n***as back in the
80's
Baby
[Chorus: x2]
[Lil Wayne]
Listen
Birdman put me on when I was just eleven
He was my teacher so I was like f** the lesson
He was my preacher so I was like f** the reverend
My mother Cita she said that I was wit the devil
My mother Cita now say that he was sent from heaven
So I take heed to every single word that he tell me
I remember what my poppa told me
Remember what my poppa told me
Young Stunna
[Birdman]
Yeah
I'm out here homey pitching the game
And yes I do the whole thing n***a give me my change
Yes we do them old things out the brand new Range
Lil n***a like his father homey doing his thing
We keep the gun for paper homey aimed and co*ked
Every n***a im my circle homey ready to pop
We be ridin drops tops that's just how we rock
And I'll be rollin in the phantom through my uptown blocks
n***a
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[Lil' Wayne ]
Alright, Money on my mind
Look, I, I, I, I hear you n***as whisperin'
I, I say whisperin' cause you n***as ain't hollering about sh**
Ho, Puss Ass n***as
[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Birdman Jr. f** the world pops
And we goin' keep it movin' even if the world stops
Stay strapped and lace like girls' socks
Stay dapped and Drapped like a birthday cake
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sipping on wooey when we thirsty
Ya know
I do believe the money's cursed me
So I pray to GOD that the devil don't murk me
Lil' Wizzle but you b**hes call me first place
Poppa taught me paper chase never skirt chase
I put you n***as in the closet in the shirt space
You n***as is yellow like Sesame Street's Bert's face
Worst case scenario, burial
Two tone Carera like mascara
Uh
That G-4 take ya boi where ever
Like Father, Like Son The Era
n***a
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