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peter jackson & jrdn - like father, like son lyrics

[intro: peter jackson & jrdn]
uh+huh, see
i hope that my son know i love him
the way my pops loved me (i really miss my father)
r.i.p.
uh+huh (oh)

[verse 1: peter jackson, jrdn, peter jackson & jrdn]
we talk the same, he’s just like me (just like me)
blonde hair, baby blue eyes just like wifey (just like wifey)
5:30, up in morning, he’s just like me (uh+uh)
watch i grind so he grinds just like me (he does, oh)
that’s my twin, my little man (that’s my man)
sidekick, my son my right hand (right hand, ooh)
watch how i talk, pay attention how i stand (yes, oh)
reflection of self, i learned just who i am (oh)
father like son, son like his father (uh+huh)
way he look at me make me wanna go harder
thought about it twice, because of him, i’m smarter (i am)
look, i really miss my father (miss my father)
anything you want, just know that your pops got you (i got you)
i’m proud of you, hope you see in how i watch you (how i watch you)
follow your dreams, they can’t stop you (nah)
never alone, your pops got you (yeah, yeah)

[chorus: jrdn]
they can’t stop us, no one
like father, like son
teammates on the field
we grind for real
they can’t stop us, no one
like father, like son
teammates on the field
we grind for real
[verse 2: peter jackson, jrdn, peter jackson & jrdn]
you’re gonna make mistakes, but i’m beside you (beside you)
and when you fall, just know that your pop behind you (behind you)
tell the truth, i couldn’t lie to you (nah)
great father’s always gone make time for you (real talk)
truth is that your daddy’s a gangster (uh+huh)
pop died, mean my father a angel (yes)
chain on your neck, little swag in his step (uh+huh)
anything and everything, baby boy, we blessed (oh, we blessed)
i mean, that’s what it should be like (uh+huh)
when you see me, you see him, that’s my life (that’s my life)
when my days got dark, that’s my light (oh, that’s mine)
biggest blessing in the world, gotta thank my wife (yes)
i’m like, show him the grind, show him the ropes
show him it’s possible, give him hope (uh+huh)
tell him, “you got ’em, it gets harder”
look, i really miss my father

[chorus: jrdn]
they can’t stop us, no one
like father, like son
teammates on the field
we grind for real (grind for real, yeah)
they can’t stop us, no one
like father, like son
teammates on the field
we grind for real

- peter jackson jrdn lyrics

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