Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peter Jackson
Peter Jackson
Performer
JRDN
JRDN
Performer
Dallas Rose
Dallas Rose
Performer
Devin Nakao
Devin Nakao
Performer
Michael J. Smith
Michael J. Smith
Performer
Mya Inez Smith
Mya Inez Smith
Performer
Benjamin Thomas Henry Smith
Benjamin Thomas Henry Smith
Performer
Jordan Croucher
Jordan Croucher
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Best
A. Best
Songwriter
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Songwriter
Trevor George Smith, Jr.
Trevor George Smith, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dallas Rose
Dallas Rose
Producer
Devin Nakao
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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