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young roddy - uncle bull lyrics

good sense
i wanna be with you

plottin on some mils, what i’m thinking ’bout
ain’t too many n-ggas from my hood made it out
and me, i’m trying to pick the safest route
thats gon’ get me out that spot
where them n-ggas will take you out
for nothing, so i’m going to give it all i got
this lil n-gga out the mud done climbed his way to the top
and like i eyeball about a ounce, i don’t need no clock
even when i gave my all, they told me that wasn’t squat
so its motherf-ck them critics
and i can’t forget them cops, cause they k!lled one of my n-ggas
around here it’s do or die
the mission is trying to stay alive, you know survive
but no hard time never hurt no brother like i
them squads and them sirens got me peeking through my blinds
i still want my peace of mind, just my piece of the pie
in broad day like they making n-ggas get down
like when that cash that floor that stripper’s -ss hit that ground
i ain’t trying to judge girl it’s all peace and love
ya might spot me on the block before you find me in the club
it’s free my n-gga snail
rest in peace to uncle bull
i’m still knocking on wood
hoping i don’t go ‘wood
i hold my own and that’s a good look
loading up in my cash, so i’m scheming on these crooks
granny told me read scriptures from that good book
and surely i try, probably why i’m still alive
mama want to be down, be married to the mob
then hold a n-gga stash, girl that comes with the job
but lately a n-gga been feeling bad vibes
probably why i’m getting mad high
do more than enough to get by
sh-t not quite, cause i’m still on a flight
and you know, short days long nights n-gga
and you know, i’m trying to get my money right n-gga
and she know, it’s beast mode every time
and i know, round two she tappin’ out
and i know, i’m way too young to settle down
so f-ck it, i’ll play it single for a while
and i’m way too fly for to be afraid of heights
and way too smart to make the same mistake twice
so until i cr-p out i’ll be rolling like dice
i could make a cool mil on a hot summer night
word to my grandma rose that i’m nice
and if getting bread is wrong, then f-ck being right
word, f-ck being right
if getting bread is wrong, then f-ck being right
oww

- young roddy lyrics

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