Founding Father's Freestyle ft. TooMuch, Peyton & Jameer Lyrics

My son is spitting image of his mom but me in every single way

He study my every move and everything that I say

Just cuz I'm being positive now don't think that it's safe

Cuz I'm slowly creeping up on you when he fast asleep

Back before he wake up before his mom do her makeup

Shaking her head at the news when they bring you rappers face up

Questioning if this is the profession I want to do

I just chuckle and reply who the hell is them dudes

Then I wake my son up make some breakfast and watch some avatar

Then we hit the booth and I show him I'm Zuko with these bars

But it really ain't a element I can't control

Load any wave in pro tools and watch I flow

One of the greatest to ever step foot on this earth

Blow them away anytime I breathe a verse

My son a star and I teach him to stay away from you squares

Cause when it's time to make moves y'all got the pace of a snail

Got no drive just stay ready to crash out

Stay away from ghetto girls they ready to lash out

They play games for Birkins and can't afford a Coach

If they nothing like your mom don't let them approach

My closet look like Halloween so yours can look like Christmas

Just ask and daddy gone get it don't need a wish list

I'ma go against whoever whatever for you

My pops gave me the blueprint now I'm building this all for you

Now as I look in my son's eyes he's bright as the sun rise

And all it really take you is one time to have a bad effect on my son vibe

Then I can introduce the opposite of my fun side

I mean that but let me lighten the mood this ain't no mean rap

I'm trying to teach the type of self-control that we lack

And a jab that made the average Joe lean back

He told me he the big boy I guess I'm three stacks

Cause he my partner in crime I pull up somewhere without him

They get to asking about him

But he deserve the attention the blessing out in the skies

Under the spotlight he shines I'm better when he around

Every day I'm thanking God I'm on good terms with his mom's

You play with her I find your address and I send you a bomb

Like I'm on Funk Flex the rhymes

I'm like a deep fade route to Randy Moss straight from Tom

Now I gotta thank my father for his role in my life

He never really knew it pops and I don't know what that's like

I never worried about support at any sporting event

He was there if I was the starter or if I rode the bench

That's why Jameer keeps me focused and every day he gets older

And I notice he's noticing that the world owes him nothing

This shit really be sobering

But we gonna create opening for our children to see what they want to take it and run with

Your presence is a gift I never needed Christmas

But I'm gonna get whatever on your wish list

For you I jump in any line of the fire I can

I got the blueprint for my pops and now I'm building a man, god damn