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Joe Budden

"Uncle Joe"

[Intro]
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

[Verse 1]
It's Uncle Joe, peep while the story is told
Look like I'm the last n*gga 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 seasoning, true
Every Sunday at the spades table slamming cards, hella hard
Spitting old Ruff Ryder or Roc-A-Fella bars
I'm telling stories of Khaled before he Terror Squad
Different from what they selling y'all, f*ck am I telling y'all?
It's Uncle Joe, don't wear Supreme and jeans
Came up with Nitty and Webb, 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 sh*t
I used to drive around the tunnel in the Lexus with the snub
Before Power 105 was sneaking breakfast in the club
Listen, young n*ggas learn up, I don't do the kiddie sh*t
I'm with the turn up, I just like Biggie sh*t
f*ck is you saying?
Only been a sensation for only two generations
I'm like the minute the weigh in fight ready
Friends are forever changing
And all them n*ggas I came up in the game with
Done fainted in the entertainment I swear

[Interlude]
They say the older you get in life the faster it happens. Me, I feel like I could still f*ck with 25 year olds and their mommas if they cute enough. So when I walk up in the day party and said, "what up?" all I hear is "Uncle Joe" in this b*tch

[Verse 2]
Same way you know when you up, you better know when you slip
Studies based of years hanging with the boa constricts
I'm from an era where we ain't deal with all the trolling and sh*t
When we see you we just go in your sh*t
It's repercussions for actions, we demanded more
Don't understand it, dawg
Question all these n*ggas with words they never answer for
Staring at you new n*ggas 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 he could've got the title won
I keep my life off Instagram, I like my private some
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 b*tch
When there was problems with the game, I got to scoping that b*tch
But they just kept talking about my hoes, I don't even notice the sh*t
I got a stash I never go in and sh*t, same emotionless kids
Stoic as if I'm just a motionless GIF
Normally in the club tucked in the corner, no one to mind me
You n*ggas go and look for these b*tches, 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 alter 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 f*ck with me, that's a double entendre
Both got fat asses, one's a double cup 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 b*tch
n*gga, WHAT UP? HEY!

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