Lyrics:
Uncle Phil
And all these losers think they're fresh, but they ain't half the man as Will
Are you irresponsible with all your money? I'm not
Thought
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All the other famers want a hair do just like me. They blame my mom who used
To roadie for MDC. And when I go to the hooten-nanny. Everyone wants
out for your damn self? Fuck that shit
Mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters
Uncles and aunties, yeah, tell granny and grandpa too
It's the Parcels
Well, excuse me motherfucker, you're on my block
Pack 'em up and ship 'em off the rock
You can park your car anywhere you want
But by the time you
on the wall, while I
See, who's wildin'
Word, word
Nigga, we all in, peace, oh
(Check it, yeah)
I was hurtin' from birthin' niggas
Shit, got into my
Got an uncle with a barn full of AR-15's
He gives them all names keeps them real clean
He's crazy as hell, don't like him coming 'round
But I'm
a ding-dong gorila and
I carry on cave man style
I'm gonna bop you on the head
And love you all the while
Well, I'm a monkey's uncle
Who's a cousin
know what I see through my eyes:
I see another black brotha living life streetwise
Who's making dollars like a dope man
Making money anyway a nigga can
relaxing
I lo' yo ass because you so elastic
If that's who you want to be with
Then baby so be it never held your heart
'til you had the freedom to leave
this fit cost ten thousand dollars, I'ma wear this for a year (yeah)
I heard Jeezy fought the seals (yeah)
My uncle, Pimp, taught me to play hoes,
Braille. (bridge in Braille)
For those who feel, it makes sense.
I said that I would go far
my wallet is a strong car
Yes, I am a rockstar
My sex appeal is
shítelú nu'm ofè mgbòrodí
Kisi be taking it vocal but who never keeping it local
My peopilu siri m jeé zì leaving me feeling ka Hova
Mmiri mara'm ma n'ndi
of uncle Pete
Who told tales to the kids on his knee
We all knew we had something worth living for
And we all had someplace we can
Something worth giving is
on the grind
You look for some guidance I gave you my time
You cannot be tellin ya moms I ain't try
Kept all your secrets like they classified
Even the ones
Hill yo
My swag is Will Smith, my resume like Uncle Phil though!
My style is polished, I'm fly as a pilot
I'm fresh man, like the first year I was in
an Uncle Sam it's middle finger to the opps, naw I cannot fuck with ham, PIGS
Aye
Where is your loyalty?
You ain't make no money off this music you act like
Second funeral this week
I seen my uncle shed tears
That was a first, I feel like n***** is cursed
That's my cousin in the Hearst
Rats never get
Realized who in my life can't play that part
So started writing myself and that was a good start
Just sucks when the people that you love don't support your
Beat my uncle ass cause I
Caught that n pan handling
If you want a feature or booking
You can call my management
About to get some and open
Up a few
better call him
I like a grown man, big stacks, big tax
You at Forever 21, baby, we shoppin' at Saks (yeah)
I'm Uncle Sam to you hoes and I'm always
when
I was the one that was listenin'
Bullshit, they always gon' slip it in
You gotta watch who you dealin' with
Play your cards right 'til you win
that little boy had no fun only dreaming
Rest in peace my uncle Kevin never got to meet him
Rest in peace to grandpa I never got to meet him
Put you in
since my grandma was driving that Ford Focus
Ain't nobody else got a story like mine
Back when me and my uncle was bangin' that Stillmatic
We would go
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