Yukmouth - 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***a it's in yo blood, you gone be a thug No matter the cause n***as 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 d**h 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** that his pappy did n***a, end up in some khaki sh** Handcuffed, in back of the bus wit a gang of other n***as f**ed up Then shipped up, sh** greed sh** get deep n***as bleed Information juss to get free That's why you never see no busta n***as hangin wit me Be a loner If you ain't got that f**in dragon tattoo on ya Knock a n***a on his a**, so fast the cla** 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***a 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 k**a Whoever it my be I know that d**h 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**in 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 d** like his poppy does See his poppy was a, mutha f**in 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***a focus yo mind, on the money f** a big behind An keep a click of down a** n***as, an then you'll be fine These are the rules n***a 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** starts, an daddy didn't raise no marks! *(chorus)* 3x