Like Father Like Son 2

[Intro: Harlem Taylor and King Justice] 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 [Verse 1: Harlem Taylor] Winning like Steph Curry in the chip though Used to be the only one, now I'm the big bro (I'm big 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 [Verse 2: The Game] 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 hook Now he can do it for himself, watch him and his uncle cook Buss [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] I'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be That's all I wanted for you young'n, 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 young'n, 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 [Verse 3: The Game] 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 [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] I'm glad you grew up to becoming everything you could be That's all I wanted for you young'n, 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 young'n, 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 [Verse 4: The Game & Harlem Taylor] 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, 2, 3, 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 [Outro: Harlem Taylor & (King Justice)] 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)