Top Songs By Peter Jackson
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peter Jackson
Performer
JRDN
Performer
Dallas Rose
Performer
Devin Nakao
Performer
Michael J. Smith
Performer
Mya Inez Smith
Performer
Benjamin Thomas Henry Smith
Performer
Jordan Croucher
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Best
Songwriter
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Songwriter
Trevor George Smith, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dallas Rose
Producer
Devin Nakao
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Uh-huh, see, I'm hopin' my son know I love him
The way my pops loved me (I really miss my father), RIP
Uh-huh, 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 mornin', he's just like me (uh-huh)
Watch how I grind so he grinds just like me (with us)
That's my twin, my little man (that's my man)
Sidekick, my son my right hand (right hand)
Watch how I talk, pay attention how I stand (yes)
Reflection of self, I learned just who I am (let's go)
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'm proud of you, hope you see in how I watch you (I watch you)
Follow your dreams, they can't stop you (nah)
Never alone, your pops got you
They can't stop us, no one
Like father like son, teammates on the field
We grind for real (we grind for real), yeah
They can't stop us, no one
Like father like son, teammates on the field
We grind for real
You 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 to you, I couldn't lie to you (nah)
Great father's always gon' make time for you (real talk)
Truth is that your daddy's a gangsta (uh-huh)
Pop died mean my father an angle
Chain on your neck, little swag in his step (uh-huh)
Anything and everything, baby boy, we blessed
I mean (blessed), that's what it should be like (uh-huh)
When you see him you see me, that's my life (that's my life)
When my days got dark, that's my light (oh, that's mine)
Biggest blessin' 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 him, it gets harder, look, I really miss my father
They can't stop us, no one
Like father like son, teammates on the field
We grind for real (we grind for real), yeah
They can't stop us, no one
Like father like son, teammates on the field
We grind for real
Writer(s): Benjamin Thomas Henry Smith, Jordan Croucher, Michael J. Smith, Mya Inez Smith
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