Oh, oh, oh
Guess what
People tell me I'm just like my daddy
People tell me I'm just like my daddy
People tell me I'm just like my daddy
My daddy
Cause I lie like I'm lyin' on a rug
Get my hands dirty, no bluff
Everybody walk up to the gun show, let it go
Everybody drop down
It's hard to love a guy that rambles, he's a hater
A dirty hypocrite, manipulator
Make a momma lose her kid, girl, go away for seventeen years
Not allowed to shed a tear, growing up with your phobic fears
But people tell me I'm just like my daddy
People tell me I'm just like my daddy
People tell me I'm just like my daddy
Or really, hell no
Cause I lie like I'm lyin' on a rug
Fist on crown, even wear some black gloves
Everybody walk up to the gun show, here we go
Daddy
Everybody drop down
You reek of royalty, a dangerous mix
You sing of loyalty, but you the snitchin' ass bitch
I try to play it cool, funny what the people do for power, money and fame
I call you Mr. Lyon if I did, I would be lyin' cause it ain't even your name
But people tell me I'm just like my daddy
People tell me I'm just like my daddy
Y'all say that y'all look like, y'all daddy
Nah, bruh