Uncle Phil

Yeah
All the fans wanna hear is trap (trap)
All the fans wanna hear is drill (drill)
They ask me to keep it real, but the conscious Tap doesn't pay these bills (yeah)
They tell me I should stay true to myself and Rap 'bout the things I feel
I wanna share all things I've been through
I wanna share all the ways I've healed (let's go)
But All the fans wanna hear is trap (trap)
All the fans wanna hear is drill (brrr)
I got sent to the earth with a purpose gotta Make sure that it gets fulfilled (yeah)
My life got flipped turned upside down got Kicked out the house like will (yo)
Tryna cop that crib in the hills
I need me a crib like uncle Phil's
No heating and an empty fridge
We used to watch mtv cribs
3am and were outside lurking
We're Tryna find us an empty crib
16, with designer clothes and trust me
Mum didn't get me this
I ran in the shop and finesse this drip
Trust me, I weren't a friendly kid
Mumsy could afford air max's
But I wanted the Giuseppe kicks (I did)
The posh kids wanna be like us
I dunno why the fuck you would envy this
Like both of your parents rich
Get what you want I can bet you did (bet)
You get 100 pound and still complain
I'm gassed off of 20 quid
Mum put me in mckenzie drip
I was cool with that
Put that on I went school with that
Has a JD bag with a tool in that
Try take me for a fool and that
I might have to end up using that
Robbed that bike cah I lived too far from School
Nah I ain't commuting back

All the fans wanna hear is trap (trap)
All the fans wanna hear is drill (drill)
They ask me to keep it real, but the conscious Rap doesn't pay these bills (yeah)
They tell me I should stay true to myself and Rap 'bout the things I feel
I wanna share all things I've been through
I wanna share all the ways I've healed (let's go)
But All the fans wanna hear is trap (trap)
All the fans wanna hear is drill (brrr)
I got sent to the earth with a purpose gotta Make sure that it gets fulfilled (yeah)
My life got flipped turned upside down got Kicked out the house like will (yo)
Tryna cop that crib in the hills
I need me a crib like uncle Phil's

If It don't make money
It don't make sense (nah)
All of the rappers talking sense don't make any Money
It don't make no sense
Like a man ain't gotta pay bills and rent (yeah)
I don't rap no more, I vent (I talk)
In my city I'm blacklisted
I don't get no invite to the events
I still pull up & I make it tense
Hence
Why non of them don't like me
And probably why they won't invite me (What's that)
They wanna talk shit behind my back
Will they say shit to my face? Unlikely (never That)
She look good on the outside
But I'm on the inside too untidy (eugh)
I was obsessed with her cah the head too good Now I'm over the top like
I thought about letting her go but I was in over The top (huh)
I thought about hitting her up the other
Day to tell her come over to fuck (Yo B)
Hennessy mixed with the coke
That shit Got a nigga opening up
Decided I didn't even want to see her
When i got to sobering up

All the fans wanna hear is trap (trap)
All the fans wanna hear is drill (drill)
They ask me to keep it real, but the conscious Rap doesn't pay these bills (yeah)
They tell me I should stay true to myself and Rap bout the things I feel
I wanna share all things I've been through
I wanna share all the ways I've healed (let's go)
But All the fans wanna hear is trap (trap)
All the fans wanna hear is drill (brrr)
I got sent to the earth with a purpose gotta Make sure that it gets fulfilled (yeah)
My life got flipped turned upside down got Kicked out the house like will (yo)
Tryna cop that crib in the hills
I need me a crib like uncle Phil's



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Writer(s): Lobe Blake
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