Birdman Like Father, Like Son Lyrics

("There ain't no LOVE
like the love of a father,
father, father, father and son...")

1st Verse:
(Birdman)
Now, I'm filthy rich with quarter keys in the kitchen on 'em
The block is hot, but we still out here gettin' it on 'em
And keep a tool every time we hit the streets, 'cuz these n____s act a fool and we be quick to put it on 'em.
Them teardrops, homie, we so not the n____ to f___ wit, 'cuz we will pop.
40 cal, keep it c___ed, n____ ready to block.
Keep the gun and extra clip, homie, that's how we rock.
And like father, like son, daddy, we don't borrow
We stay on the grind, homie, 'cuz we grind harder.
And f___in' wit' me, homie, you won't like
You'll be the next t-shirt wearin' your hood all night.
We got them birds flyin' out and we done allowed the pipes.
We do the state-to-state, n____, keep the price.
And roofers came home and I told them to shake it, but he would tell me 'bout them p____ n____s back in the 80's.

(Chorus)

Verse 2:
(Lil' Wayne)
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 say that I was with the devil.
My mother-cita, now sayin' he was sent from heaven.
So I take heed to every single word that he tell me
And I remember what my poppa told me
Remember what my poppa told me
Young Stunna

(Birdman)