Unc Sam

I just came here with the racks on me
Yeah, I do have them stacks on me
Got that check in, then I blew it at the Dollar Tree
Slim straight pants, ain't got no cuffs on my Jeans
Yeah, then I'll rock them
Nikes put no scuffs on me

At the store buying shades
I put them Buffs on me
He be dippin', talkin' bout he got some snuff On him
I don't want that shit, boy, you can't get hit Up in the chin
I'm like a basketball game, the way
I aim above the rim
Nothin' but net, in my life
I got them sayin' damn
They listen to my rap shit and they like
Yeah, this made for him
Got my check and ain't none of it goin' to Uncle Sam
When I got that whole check, you know I Had to bust it down
I took it to the town, you know I had to get That whole pound
I'm goin' crazy in this shit, y'all can tell by Just how I sound
When Father Beef become the mayor
We gon' run the whole town
In the meanwhile, we gon' smoke up on that Whole pound
Y'all actin' like some real bitches, y'all get Thrown up in the pound
On the way to be the rap king, pussy boy get My crown, yeah
If it's me versus a hundred people, I come Out like Royals
If you on a boat, talkin' shit, I'll throw you off The bow

Pulled up at the bank, I checked my shit, They said a hundred million thou
They know I'm really ballin' now, rub it in Y'all's face
So y'all know that y'all are missin' out, is that Why y'all used to hate

Rub it in they face now, like in drivethru
I said, I'll grab that plate now, yeah, I'm eatin' Great
I don't know how y'all fuckin' with that Grape now
Fuckin' with that grape now



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Writer(s): Preston Hranicky
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