Father Like Son Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am]Yes.[C][Am]
Yes.
My [C]lil shortys[Am]gonna be [Em]a thug.
Father like son, like son like dad.
[Am]My family [Em]all into makin
[Am]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
[Em]thug.
Like father, like son, like son,
like dad.
My family's [G]all into [Em]makin
this cash.
[Em]Chorus Look in

[Verse 2]
[Am]
yo eyes
an I see, the reflection of me
my little guy
thank the Lord for blessin me wit a [F]seed
before [Em]he died
my father taught these
lessons to me
an before I die, I share the same lessons
that he was stressin to [C]me
nigga it's in [Am]yo blood,
you gone be a thug
no matter the cause
niggas born to floss, an be the boss
that's how he was [F]taught
I raised [Em]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.
[C]Verse 1

[Verse 3]
It's in our [Am]blood
thuggin
til the days of my death
my last breath taken by the ATF like,
[F]David Koresh
my [Em]steps of life
my last testimony, God bless my wife
my lil son gone be set for life,
always [C]dressed up nice
and [Am]smokin Kryponite
might grow up an rip the mic
or slang some chickens like
his great grandpappy
whatever [F]makes the man [Em]happy
grands snappy
but Lord forbid,
he try to do the same shit that his pappy did
nig[C]ga, end up in some [Am]khaki shit
handcuffed, in back of the bus wit a gang
of other niggas fucked up
then shipped up, shit greed
shit get [F]deep
niggas [Em]bleed
information juss to get free
that's why you never see no
busta niggas hangin wit me
[C]be a loner
[Am]if you ain't got that fuckin
Dragon tattoo on ya
knock a nigga on his ass,
so fast the class makes have [F]to use [Em]amonia
to wake him up
nurse, pick him up
an take him up
hit the dice game in the alley way
yo nigga [C]break 'em up.
Chorus *(Yukmouth)*

[Verse 4]
Look in [Am]yo eyes
an I see, a reflection of me
my little guy
thank the Lord for blessin me wit a [F]seed
before [Em]he died
my father taught these
lessons to me
an before I die,
I share the same lessons that he was stressin to me
[C]it's in yo blo[Am]od, you gone be a thug
no matter the cost
born to floss, an to be the boss
that's how he was [F]taught
I raised [Em]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
[C]it's in our blo[Am]od.
Verse 2

[Verse 5]
And send a letter to my killa [Am]whoever
it my be
I know that death is callin,
I can hear [F]it pagin me
chas[Em]in me
(ch- ch... haha)
like Jason be
but ain't no breakin me
or takin the safe from me
not even a fuck[C]in 8[Am]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
[F]on the street [Em]makin g's
like his poppy was
smokin chronic budded
sellin drugs like his poppy does
see [C]his poppy was [Am]a,
mutha fuckin soldier
hittin figure eights up in Nova
always smokin doja
wit a pocket full of [F]quarters
went from [Em]bein a small timer,
to highroller
to the block controller
set up shop, an got it locked wit all
the rocks an powdered [C]cola
now the [Am]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 [F]prime
nigga [Em]focus yo mind, on the money
fuck a big behind
an keep a click of down ass niggas,
an then you'll be fine
[C]these are the rul[Am]es
nigga choose to utilize or loose
pay yo dues
if I die juss get my face tattooed
[F]up on yo sho[Em]ulder,
or right over your heart
'cause, when it get dark
that's when this shit starts,
an daddy [C]didn't[Am][F][Em]
[C][Am]
[F]rai[Em]se
[C]no mar[Am]ks!

[Outro 1]
*(Chorus)* 3x
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