You know there's something about me I didn't know, I didn't seeBack when I didn't take for granted The ones who had made a man of meThat kid I was, he had no clue They'd make a man, standing right here infront of youI was born my old man's son My mama's secret weapon, her loaded gunFrom the way I laugh to the way I hold a woman's handEverywhere I go, wherever I run I'll be my old man's sonA lot of things go down In an everybody knows kind of townThey're all a small-time genius But there's a lot of space between usI've got something they ain't gotI'm someone that they're notI was born my old man's son My mama's secret weapon, her loaded gunFrom the way I shake on a deal To the way I hold a steering wheelEverywhere I go, wherever I run I'll be my old man's sonIt took some time to see To realize what it means to beI was born my old man's son My mama's secret weapon, her loaded gunFrom the way I laugh to the way I hold a woman's handEverywhere I go, wherever I run I'll be my old man's sonMy old man's sonMy old man's son