Lyrics:
the kitchen, he like a slave whipped (he whip it up)
My uncle died from that needle, yeah it was AIDS nigga (my Uncle Roy)
Turner Field might be gone but I'm
lookin' alright, yeah
I got a pocket fulla money
Got me a long night ahead
Quick stop by the bulldog
Score me some panama red, yeah
Oh, wham, bam, oh
a bag
I thought I really lost it till I showed up at Valdosta
And my Kracker Bird taught me a new swag
Now I got a bag
Bitcoins and these money packs
Grey
the strangers
Giving us green and livin' with patience
And it was OK
I didn't wanna get away, yeah
Chased at the back of the stage by this Indian grace that I
Just so he can have a life with you when you're born
Daddy done some things that really weren't the best
Things like weighin' up and baggin' by
Yeah
I see you, big bro
I'ma kill these niggas, man
Yeah (haha)
Straight off the block wit' it
Eagle Street to be specific
I'm peepin'
you was down, yeah
By the way you workin' in and out of town
Yeah i'm a start pourin' every day
Not just on the weekend
D'USSÉ, give a fuck about what
yard (Sideways)
And motherfuck the camera time, I need family time (Yeah)
I need "go see Uncle John in Atlanta" time (John)
I'll probably never get
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Oh, Oh, Oh
I done lost some friends by the way
I done bought a new Benz by the way
By the way, by the way
Bagged some pretty baddies
there's nothing up his sleeve
Then nothing is cool
Moses went walking with the staff of wood, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Newton got beaned by the apple
Music and moonlight (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Good friends and long nights (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It will be alright
a marble floor, uh
Used to buy weed by the corner store, uh
Buy a whole pint of some Master P, uh
I'ma roll me a Lil Romeo
Wait, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Take a L
Escape that box
Yeah-yeah
You just another Tom
What-what
Uncle Voddie
Uncle Darrel
Uncle Virgil
Deep in that sauce
They ain't even know we
there's nothing up his sleeve
Then nothing is cool
Moses went walking with the staff of wood, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Newton got beaned by the apple
mine
You got to feel that heat
And we can ride the boogie
Share that beat of love yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
You know that love survives
threw my pole (yeah, that's where I threw that pole)
Down by the river (that river)
Yeah, that's where I took his soul (yeah, I took a nigga soul)
You
messed up
But we still rolling like nothing happened
When I'm done with this they all start clapping
Yeah It's uncle Donny
Whatcha know about me
If you
Ben (yeah)
Now I’m feeling like a Spider-Man
Uncle Ben, uncle Ben (yeah)
Now I’m feeling like a Spider-Man
Uncle Ben, uncle Ben (yeah)
Now I’m feeling
noise in here!
Jesus, Lord and Savior
You came to set us free
By your nail-scarred hand
Your nail-scarred hand
Your burden is done salvation
When
the original three
And now Richard D and Kracker are down with me
I got a studio record and a taste of fame
But when I roll through the Clem it's all the same
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye, aye
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Four
Tyra short, nia long
Couple of hoes
And i know
heard of yeah
But you know what im on yeah
Pray for my uncle he locked down
And you know ima answer his call
Why every time we doing good its a cop round
there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
Moses went walking with the staff of wood, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Newton got beaned by the apple
swore he could,
And he dared him to come to Him if he would. Yeah!
Oh Uncle Lijiah, Uncle Lijiah,
He's still alive.
Oh Uncle Lijiah, Uncle Lijiah,
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