Lyrics:
Some niggas be hating
Whole time be fans
Is you gone get it
Or watch from the stands
Call me hank hill Shits
Yea I'm the gas man
Kash told me
"Uncle Fat
swim up)
It won't pull you down
(Just fall)
Fall from the clouds
(Fall from the clouds)
Fall from the clouds
Ouu yeah
I got a good mother
With no father
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
break your life down to build it better
The game softened up a lot, it's time to add some pressure
A lotta peers, we ain't spoke in years
Yeah, you
an immigrant
That's where I got my hustle from
I ain't seen a lotta niggas
Realer than my mother, son
Let it breathe
Multiply 11 by 365
That's how long that I
But I care bout the times ahead
And when I think bout that shit it gives me the creeps
And I stare at the moon like my eyes be crisp
Writing down lyrics
cocked
A Santana rock
Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam)
Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,
Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up
Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (that's my fam)
Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,
Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill now
My
Uncle Sam's fair land
It's that King Columbia River and the big Grand Coulee Dam
She heads up the Canadian Rockies where the rippling waters glide
Uncle Sam's fair land
It's that King Columbia River and the big Grand Coulee Dam
She heads up the Canadian Rockies where the rippling waters glide
Comes
intel
Ice cold steel as in Winterfell
By now you know I'm a Splinter Cell
Now the sun is down and it's time to go to work
Got my night vision on I'm
the rest
They send home the slates.
It took six months from the Cobh,
Another six by land,
But the pay is good,
And as I should
I'll send home
Daddy
Looks paralyzed by
Last night's local brew
Which renders him half asleep on the couch
It's 9 am, and this is his post-tavern routine
Now Jamila
uncle in the system
Real niggas with convictions
Played they role no snitchin
This lifestyle needs commitment
Got fucked by the jurisdiction
No parole
uncle in the system
Real niggas with convictions
Played they role no snitchin
This lifestyle needs commitment
Got fucked by the jurisdiction
No parole
them
My uncle was moving the D
With the Pirus and 'em
Me, I just wanted to be him
Then I could cop me a BM
Told me the right way to pitch it
Told
writing and cozy
I can't afford the fare so play a five string guitar
My buddy broke the lower E so now the high notes hit harder
It's an L&M EP inlay by
intend to send it get offended
No get a clue
I know you think you know our truth
Like your uncle or your cousin or your brother neck done felt a noose
See
time
Without doubt somebody will swing for the crime
Making up names for your favourite uncle
Writing vile words in the lavatory
Are you mad
to inspire
But if that's what it takes then imma keep going so momma can peacefully retire
Writing my story down constantly twisting the plot (Ay, ay, ay)
Uh
So used to them grey clouds
I might fuck around, drop the top in the rain
For the squad, we don't play around
We'll lay 'em down, hit his top
was never ending by the way , don't sit down, keep on working
So we started in the bedrooms and we loaded up that rock lath,
Stacked the bundles in
this shit
I'm just so use to writing music that this shit makes sense
Uncle where you went
It just doesn't make no sense
You were here then you gone
better
Yeah, but I've been doing this like forever
And ain't no elevation present, just an elevator on it's way down
What if I'm cursed to work a nine
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