Like Momma Like Son - 1300Dron

Pride and honor Passion, love, and faith Belief to your own spirit This is your father's saying Spread your wings and fly Fly to the edge of a dream Be yourself and rise Rise, reborn, and scream Echoes strike my head, whispers torment my ears Father you may gone, your voice is still here So near Like father, like son Ride like the wind, die like a hero Fight respect and go, from zero to a hero See the mirror Like father, like son Pride and honor Passion, love, and faith Belief to your own spirit, this is your father's saying Spread your wings and fly, meet the edge of your dream Stay true and fight, this is your father's wish

June 30th, 11:07 I got that call She 8 centimeters, my lil' man about to fall Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall Deja vu, like I been here before I'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born Dre, I'm about to have a bad boy, family in the lobby See my nigga Church, "What Up," shit I left the camcorder in the truck Running through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating I swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a second I seen Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson My son's ultrasound the closest I ever been to Heaven Lord forgive me for my sins, I know it's last minute Put the chronic in the air, a little hash in it Spread my wings, If only I could fly Why fight to live homie?, If we only living to die I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you They say every time somebody die a child is born So I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son 11:32, she screaming at the top of her lungs I'm panicking, nurse yelling for the doctor to come All I could remember was lamaze class, breathe baby "One (one), two (two), three (three), four (four)," I see the head Doc busting through the door, he between the legs He see the head, it's my baby boy 11:46, the head out, she screaming, making crazy noise Pain is love, my stomach folding like a La-Z-Boy I'm feeling like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's Voices singing to me, sound like Teena Marie I'm calling niggas on tour, "Jayo tell Spiz I just cut the umbilical cord" 11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Caron I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you I wanna thank Dr. Af and Nurse Theresa, for bringing my baby boy to life You birthed a Caesar, And my baby Mama, Aliska For pushing out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I still can't believe it Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just like your Daddy I die before you grow up and be just like your Daddy, or your Grandfather Call Uncle Zip, tell him I got a son and I ain't even in Harlem I'm popping Cris with your Godfathers, Baron Davis and "D-Mack" Darius Rogers Drop the top on the '71, with my face in the clouds, Lord spare my son And watch over Aaron Wright, T'Yan and Lil' Pun Lowriding, banging "Ready to Die," track number 1 If I bust 5 times and they never see the sun My life is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun, one I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be That's all I wanted for you young'n, like Father, like Son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you

X2 Remember me? Like father, like son Had a million dollars 'fore I was 1 Cause my daddy hustle We good now Cause my daddy hustle We out the hood now Cause my daddy hustle Winning like Steph Curry in the chip though Used to be the only one, now I'm the big bro (I'm here too) Know my daddy schizo, don't mess with his kids yo Me and my brother tight (yeah), we like the Klitschkos I love you daddy Ten years later, I love you too sons I do life in the box if they ever fuck with my two sons You're my lil' man, I remember the first day you came out Your lil' face, your big nose, your lil' feet, your lil' hands You turned one, come in the room wobbly, lil' stance And every time I walked in the house he used to do this lil' dance On the cover of the album with them Chucks on You cried for 6 hours, your mama in here going nuts on me She said you had enough, I said we having fun All babies cry when they're one, my career had just begun And so did being a daddy Car seat in my Escalade, you want me in the Caddy Playing Like Father, Like Son, looking in the back seat He don't look nothing like his mama if you ask me On the first album Busta Rhymes did the Now he can do it for himself, watch him and his uncle cook Buss I'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be That's all I wanted for you youngun, like father, like son And in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me I hope you know I love you youngun, like father, like son Your daddy told you it was coming Coming, your day was coming, I told you Now daddy's here just keep on running Running, just keep on running, I tell you I wanna thank my baby mamas Tiff and Eliska for everything Y'all deserve the world, I wasn't worthy of no wedding ring It ain't be one day since I met you I wasn't there for you Wasn't husband material, but you know I really cared for you And I know you remember that time when he was 5 All these tours taking the toll, I can see it in his eyes So I stopped tours, stopped rapping, didn't give a fuck about Nothing that happened after recording The Doctor's Advocate Catching up with my son, cause ain't nothing more important Than walking inside the Footlocker, copping them matching Jordans Helping him with his jumper, the day he turned 9 I asked him what he want for his birthday, he said to spend some time So we kick it, that's my best friend, I don't have to get married He still my best man, and that's forever Anybody can be a daddy, just bust a nut and leave But I'm a father, and I'ma be everything he need and more I'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be That's all I wanted for you youngun, like father, like son And in the end I'm glad you only turned out better than me I hope you know I love you youngun, like father, like son Your daddy told you it was coming Coming, your day was coming, I told you Now daddy's here just keep on running Running, just keep on running, I tell you Every time I get in this booth I'm reminded ten years ago I did it for you, had this vision for you And I know your daddy get in trouble sometimes But I'ma stay up out this prison for you, I mean You all my seed, lil' brother and both of your sisters You all I need like Method and MJB And I know I be wildin' sometimes, you told me("Breathe daddy") (1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4) Furthermore, I'm try'na stay outta trouble just for my sons Even though it feel weird leaving my house without a gun I just gotta do it, cause they might grow up and do this shit Just cause they father do it, fuck with my kids and six Bloods Jumping out a Buick, understand Puff choking that man for Jus I'ma do my stuff even if I land in fucking cuffs For every nigga out here without a kid Have one and that's gon be the best shit you ever did One I'm Harlem, The Game's oldest son I make straight A's and I'm a good kid But more importantly, I'm safe Because my daddy hustled his way out of Compton So I could have a better life That's my daddy And I wish all kids had one like mine The world would be a better place One (Wait Harlem, I wanna say something)

His father was a gambler Alcoholic Drunk bastard, whatever you wanna call it Don't like the way he treated mama, cheating and the lies Find himself becoming the same guy that he despised Good ol' boy, an old roadrunner Pistol on his waist, he ready to throw thunder Told him living like that, he won't last that long Living an outlaw's song and trying to prove 'em all wrong From the poverty line but take pride in his hood Fell in love with a rich girl from Brentwood Yeah, they had a son, he made a promise to change He wrote that promise in chalk, and it was lost in the heavy rain Heavy rains they fall upon me As I make my last request Things my daddy did before me They're still ringing in my head Like father Like father Like son Like father Like father Like son He lost his job and his wife in the same week Whiskey breath, claim defeat when the pain speaks Phone rings, suicide by gun He been fighting with the demons and the Devil had won Survived by a mother and a couple of sons Blood-filled, bullet holes where the picture hung Too much to bear, mama cries that it ain't fair Questions linger in the air, answers just ain't there On her knees, as she pleads, "Lord, why?" Lil' boy steps up with a look in his eye Yeah, as the chapter ends, another saga starts I became a man with the last beat of my father's heart Heavy rains they fall upon me As I make my last request Things my daddy did before me They're still ringing in my head Like father Like father Like son Like father Like father Like son Rabble-rouser, playing with Peter's gun I mighta hit a home run if I was Jeter's son But I feel more like Dale Earnhardt Jr. Doing the same thing that my daddy died doing Trying to prove a proud legacy to maintain Staring down at the grave site bearing the same name Chasing footsteps to the same storm that swallowed him Mama home hollering, I shut the door and follow him Wanted to fill his boots but I got bigger feet He never made it past 30 guess I got him beat Learning how to be a man through the stories round the campfire They pumped me full of gas and it backfired Great man did wrong for the right reasons I still hear his voice "Feed 'em by any means, son" "Family first, don't forget where you come from" Life's a knife fight, bring guns for the Heavy rains they fall upon me As I make my last request Things my daddy did before me They're still ringing in my head Like father Like father Like son Like father Like father Like son