Like Father Like Son
Aye, Oh
Like Father Like Son
Like Father Like Son
Hey Hey Hey
Like father like son
Where you think I get all this hustle from
From Harlem world to them East Atlanta slums
From Harlem world to them East Atlanta slums
Like father like son
Like father like son
Like father like son
Where you think I get all this hustle from
Harlem hospital, that's where a star was born
Born to get money, that was 91
90 on my wrist, 90 on my charm
90 thousand baby, spent that on a car
Pops told me, Junior, always go and get it
Since youngin', I been on a money mission
Locked up, then I had a vision
I can't be out here broke like a pigeon
So I stay focused, mind on the million
I'm just tryna stack this money to the ceiling
Off these free bands, baby, I made a killing
Imma buy my pops a Panamera custom kitted
I got my pops in me, so I go get it
Louis Aviators, I can't see, so listen
Bought her Louis, and I told her, look and listen
Born go getter focused on them Benjis
Like father like son
Where you think I get all this hustle from
From Harlem world to them East Atlanta slums
From Harlem world to them East Atlanta slums
Like father like son
Like father like son
Like father like son
Where you think I get all this hustle from
Laid back, way back, Maybach
Ridin' around all through the city
20 thou off a cap, stay strapped, nigga
Better not try nothin' with me
50 thou cash on me, huh
Paparazzi, got me photogenic
50 pounds of that strong, huh
Movie got that shit for the low ticket
Blue diamonds look so exquisite
She got water when she see blue Benjis
Ridin' around the Bronx with my cousin Bama
Flea in the back, toting on the hammer
Ten bags in the back of the Phantom
Two zips poured back in a Fanta
I could make a movie, better grab your camera
From Harlem way back to Atlanta
Like father like son
Where you think I get all this hustle from
From Harlem world to them East Atlanta slums
From Harlem world to them East Atlanta slums
Like father like son
Like father like son
Like father like son
Where you think I get all this hustle from
Like father like son
Like, like son
Like father like son
Who you think i get it from
Like son, like like father like son
Like father like son
Aye, Coop Coop
Like Father Like Son
Like Father Like Son
Hey Hey Hey
Like father like son
Where you think I get all this hustle from
From Harlem world to them East Atlanta slums
From Harlem world to them East Atlanta slums
Like father like son
Like father like son
Like father like son
Where you think I get all this hustle from
Harlem hospital, that's where a star was born
Born to get money, that was 91
90 on my wrist, 90 on my charm
90 thousand baby, spent that on a car
Pops told me, Junior, always go and get it
Since youngin', I been on a money mission
Locked up, then I had a vision
I can't be out here broke like a pigeon
So I stay focused, mind on the million
I'm just tryna stack this money to the ceiling
Off these free bands, baby, I made a killing
Imma buy my pops a Panamera custom kitted
I got my pops in me, so I go get it
Louis Aviators, I can't see, so listen
Bought her Louis, and I told her, look and listen
Born go getter focused on them Benjis
Like father like son
Where you think I get all this hustle from
From Harlem world to them East Atlanta slums
From Harlem world to them East Atlanta slums
Like father like son
Like father like son
Like father like son
Where you think I get all this hustle from
Laid back, way back, Maybach
Ridin' around all through the city
20 thou off a cap, stay strapped, nigga
Better not try nothin' with me
50 thou cash on me, huh
Paparazzi, got me photogenic
50 pounds of that strong, huh
Movie got that shit for the low ticket
Blue diamonds look so exquisite
She got water when she see blue Benjis
Ridin' around the Bronx with my cousin Bama
Flea in the back, toting on the hammer
Ten bags in the back of the Phantom
Two zips poured back in a Fanta
I could make a movie, better grab your camera
From Harlem way back to Atlanta
Like father like son
Where you think I get all this hustle from
From Harlem world to them East Atlanta slums
From Harlem world to them East Atlanta slums
Like father like son
Like father like son
Like father like son
Where you think I get all this hustle from
Like father like son
Like, like son
Like father like son
Who you think i get it from
Like son, like like father like son
Like father like son
Aye, Coop Coop
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