Uncle Joe

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It's Uncle Joe in here
 It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in here
 It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in here
 It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in here
 It's Uncle Joe, peep while the story is told
 Look like I'm the last - to know I got old
 Which is fine, as Uncle Joe I wear that age like it's a three piece suit
 Can't get to this type of flavor without the season, it's true
 Every Sunday at the spades table slamming cards, tell her hard
 Spitting over Ruff Ryder or Roc-a-Fella bars
 I'm telling stories of Khaled before he Terror Squad
 Different from what they selling y'all, - am I telling y'all?
 It's Uncle Joe, don't wear Supreme and jeans
 Came up with Nitty and Web, I knew Supreme in Queens
 And Ross dropped "B.M.F." and y'all would sing in the streets
 I'm a little different, I was thinking of Meech
 Check this -
 I used to drive around the tunnel in the Lexus with the snub
 Before Power 105 was sneaking breakfast in the club
 Listen, young - learn up, I don't do the kiddie -
 I'm with the tearin' up, I just like Biggie -
 - is you saying?
 Only been a sensation for only two generations
 I'm like the minute the Wayan fight ready
 Friends are forever changing
 And all them niggas I came up in the game with
 Done fainted in the entertainment I swear
 They say the older you get in life the faster it happens
 Me, I still feel like I could still - with twenty-five year olds
 And they mommas if they cute enough
 So when I walk up in the day party and say, "What up?"
 All I hear is "Uncle Joe" in this -
 Same way you know when you up, you better know when you slip
 Studies based off years hanging with the boa constricts
 I'm from an era where we ain't deal with all the trolling and -
 When we see you we just go in your -
 It's repercussions for actions, we demanded more
 Don't understand it, dawg
 Question all these - with words they never answer for
 Staring at you new - still from an older state
 It's feeling like Oscar Robertson watching Golden State
 Y'all hear Post Malone and think of "White Iverson"
 I think of Karl and how I could've got the title one
 I keep my life off Instagram like my private sum
 I open albums for the credits, y'all just Tidal 'em
 It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in here
 It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in this -
 When there was problems with the game I got to scoping that -
 But they just kept talking about my -, I don't even notice the -
 I got a stash I never go in and -
 Same emotionless kids
 Stoic as if I'm just a motionless gift
 Normally in the club tucked in the corner, no one to mind me
 You - go and look for these -, they come and find me
 Y'all praise it, I be disgusted
 'Cause I don't want the points for scoring on easy buckets
 (And what else?)
 And I don't count her if she ain't known to my weekly budget
 Or if she Snapchat every portion that we in public
 That's awful, she need to cut it (she need to cut it)
 Bria's in the W with Sandra
 The escorts - with me, that's a double entendre
 Both got fat -, one's a double cop monster
 Both used to mad attention, it's my subtlety they fond of
 It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in here
 It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in this -
 

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Duration
03:05
Key
9
Tempo
158 BPM

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