UNCLE PHIL

Yeah

It's Booth Nigga

Yeah

I've been in the trap since a lil nigga,
Motherfuck the world
that's how you feel nigga,
On the curb
with a pocket full of pills nigga,
Right or wrong
I ain't have no Uncle Phil nigga,
Tote a big glock
cause it made me feel bigger,
All I wanted was a rolley and some Hilfiger,
Dre died and I started writing haiku,
Rolling through this bitch like it was '92

How he die
when my nigga kept a nine to,
He was 5'2",
Stepper with a big heart,
If it was beef
then my dawg would catch 6 TARC's
Straight killa (dawg)
my nigga was the bench mark,
Who knew
that you'd die before the winter time,
Broke bread
at the table call it dinner time,
Real nigga (dawg)
you're more than just a friend of mine,
Blatt blatt,
You know we riding til the end of time,
Real shit (dawg)
my brother from another mother,
You had a daughter
nigga life can be a motherfucker
She moved on
your BM got another lover,
It's fucked up
she had a baby by your brother brother,
I've been focused on this paper,
Trying to make a buck,
Nigga life is a bitch
I'm trying to make her nut,
We were eating
at the table nigga plate it up,
Just know them daps
and them hugs was feeling fake as fuck,
Look

I've been in the trap since a lil nigga,
Motherfuck the world
that's how you feel nigga,
On the curb
with a pocket full of pills nigga,
Right or wrong
I ain't have no Uncle Phil nigga,
Tote a big glock
cause it made me feel bigger,
All I wanted
was a rolley and some Hilfiger,
Dre died and I started writing haiku,
Rolling through this bitch like it was '92

And arguing with this bitch
is going to drive me crazy,
I've been focused on this money
Trying to raise my baby,
Every 50 cent I make these niggas acting shady,
Shit be trying to bend me
I won't let it break me,
Coming out the trenches (shit)
I feel like baby,
Told the man in the mirror
that I'm gonna make it,
He looked in my face and told me
"Be patient, you gonna make
your first million and they're gonna hate you."
Got some demons
in my closet and I gotta face em,
Got some dreams in my head
And I gotta chase em
And I finally got some peace
asalamalakum
That fire and desire I can't separate em,
I've been focused on this paper,
Trying to make a buck,
Nigga life is a bitch
I'm trying to make her nut,
We were eating
at the table nigga plate it up,
Just know them daps
and them hugs was feeling fake as fuck,
Look

I've been in the trap
since a lil nigga,
Motherfuck the world
that's how you feel nigga,
On the curb
with a pocket full of pills nigga,
Right or wrong
I ain't have no Uncle Phil nigga,
Tote a big glock
cause it made me feel bigger,
All I wanted
was a rolley and some Hilfiger,
Dre died and I started writing haiku,
Rolling through this bitch like it was '92