Like Father Like Son Chords by Birdman, Lil Wayne

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[Em] _ I'm feeling rich with quarter keys in the kitchen on them.
The [C] block is hot but we still out here getting it [Em] on them.
And keep a tool every time we hit the streets.
Cause these niggas [C] act a fool and we be [Em] quick to put it on them.
Them teardrops on me we so not.
[Am] The niggas [C] are fucked with us we will [D]
pop.
[Em] 40 cal keep it cock nigga ready to block.
Keep the gun the [C] extra clip homie that's how we rock.
[Em] And like father like son daddy we don't borrow.
We stay on [C] the grind homie cause we [G] grind harder.
And fucking with me homie you won't like.
You [Am] be the [E] next [C] t-shirt with your hood all [G] night.
We got them birds flying out and we didn't allow the pipes.
[C] We do the state to state thing and cheap the [Em]
price.
And Rufus came [G] home and I told him [Em] they shady.
But he was telling me about them pussy niggas back in the 80s baby.
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[Em] Listen _ Birdman put me on when I was just [Am] 11.
He was my [C] teacher so I was [Em] like fuck the lesson.
He was my preacher so I was like fuck the [Am] reverend.
My mother [C] Sita she say that [Em] I was with the devil.
My mother Sita now say that he was sent from [Am] heaven.
So I take [C] heed to every single [Em] word that he tell me.
And I remember when my papa told me.
[C] Remember when my papa told [E] me.
Young son [F#] I'm [G] out here homie pitching [F#] the [C] game.
And yes I do the whole thing nigga give me [G] my change.
Yes we do them old things out that brand new range.
Little nigga [C] like it's for the homie doing [Em] his thing.
We keep the gun full of paper homie aimed and cocked.
Every [B] nigga in [C] my circle homie ready to [Bm] pop.
[Em] We be riding drop top that's just how we rock.
And [Am] I be rolling in a phantom through my uptown [Em] blocks nigga.
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_ [Am] _ _ [C] hear you niggas whispering.
[Em] _
I say whisper cause you [G] niggas ain't heard enough [F#] shit.
[Em] _ [Am] _ _ [C] Poor puss ass [Bm] niggas.
_ [Em] _ _ _ [G] _ First [F#m] time nigga.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] Lord.
_ _ _ Birdman Junior.
Fuck the world [Am] cops.
And [C] we gon' keep it moving even if the [Dm] world [Em] stops.
Stay strapped and laced like girl [Am] socks.
Stay [C] dapp and draped [Em] like a birthday cake.
Birthdays was the worst days.
[Am] Now we sipping on Louis when we thirsty.
[Em] You know I do believe the money's cursed man.
So I [Am] pray to God that the [C] devil don't murk [Em] me.
_ _ Little whistle but you can just call me [Am] first blade.
If I'm a [C] Tommy paper chase [Em] never skirt chase.
I'll put you niggas in the closet in the search [Am] space.
You niggas [C] yellow like Sesame [E] Street birthspace.
[F#] [G] Worst case scenario.
[B]
Bury [A] you.
[B] [C] Two tone Carrera like [E]
mascara.
_ [G] At G4 take your ball wherever.
Ever like Lord of [C] the Lights son.
The era.
[Em]
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