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dave east & harry fraud - uncle ric lyrics

[intro: dave east]
this real life
change the way you look at sh+t, you know?
i promise, uh
(la musica de harry fraud)
uh

[verse 1: dave east]
we really took a trip to see what’s goin’ on
back and forth with n+ggas when it was goin’ wrong, i’d never put that on song (never)
drinkin’ water, thoughts of gettin’ rich, i think of porter (porter)
really thought that i’d get rich off a dime ‘fore i seen a quarter
tell me what you know about it? the lobby crowded, we in public housing
the government assistin’ it, every day it’s some different sh+t (every day)
the cameras ain’t the only witnessin’, n+ggas talkin’
you get a job, might get a chеck, you wanna trap, might get a coffin (yeah)
when that papеr flowin’, party for a month straight like rick james (rick james)
the feds is asking ’bout him, i just know ’em by his nickname (i don’t know)
it wasn’t for this covid sh+t, i’d probably be at the knicks game (right there)
on the floor next to spike lee and a big chain, know that masi made it
your man a rat, my only question is how you tolerate it?
i’m always gon’ give back to the struggle ’cause i feel obligated
n+ggas ain’t wanna make a change until they heard obama say it
my uncle did forty years for nothin’, just got exonerated (uncle ric)

[bridge: inaudible sample & benny the butcher]
the butcher comin’, n+gga
pablo and the butcher, uh
yeah
[verse 2: benny the butcher]
they tell us lies and stare in our faces (faces)
but i ain’t scared, i’ma say it, n+ggas took our manual, tearin’ out pages (i know)
put us on lists and comparin’ our greatness
but i’m like mike, i feel like n+ggas couldn’t ball in the era i played in
still on the pavement, the hood gon’ cheer for the gangsters
a miracle i made it, three albums up and six zeroes later
i’m still goin’ up, but what i get for doin’ y’all heroes favors? (what the f+ck i get?)
nothin’, the same sh+t i gave federal interrogators
y’all scared of paper, y’all run the plug on for y’all need of paper
eyes closed, i can count from the sound when i hear the paper (d+mn)
it’s the butcher, you know my verse a classic if harry made it (uh+huh)
old karma, give y’all n+ggas bad luck like a mirror breakin’
heroin deals, bricks weighin’, background, my lyrics playin’
just loud enough so n0body hear what they sayin’ (uh+huh)
ask your label where is your advance (where it’s at?), sittin’ here on my hands (it’s right here, n+gga)
y’all n+ggas just trash or y’all got terrible fans, huh (huh)

[outro: inaudible sample & benny the butcher]
pablo and the butcher, uh

- dave east harry fraud lyrics

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