Ten Hawkins - Founding Father's Freestyle (feat. 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