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Uncle Ice
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Uncle Ice wurde am 7. November 2021 von The Hip Hop Lab Records als Teil des Albums BriefCase Boy veröffentlicht
Released7. November 2021
LabelThe Hip Hop Lab Records
SpracheEnglish
BPM99
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Songtexte

(BJ, you know he ain't finna play with 'em)
Modern day classics
I hope them **** never slime me out for jokes and puns
The trail gettin' cool, it's what the young **** do for fun
Everything was all kicks and giggles 'til they smoked his son
They say they spare his life for the ransom, it was all a con
You the Uncle Ice type right, we call him Rons
Snakes camouflagin' in my grass, I need to cure my lawn
I'm the king on the chessboard now, but I done played the pawn
Where I'm from, we live by the sword, I never pawned my gun
I see an increase in the profit from dusk 'til dawn
I was mesmerized 'bout the money over dough I fond
And they'll hang your antlers on the wall for a buck, it's done
I ain't lose sleep when he died, I ain't miss a yawn
Tell the world I'm one of God's children, not a Satan spawn
I heard he got bullied at the school, came back and spun
They gave him life without parole, he was the preacher's son
Never underestimate the frail, they be the bravest ones
The nocturnal type, I crawl out when the night is young
I sold dope on the same strip as prostitutes and bums
I'll never speak down on those beneath me, it don't pay me nothin'
You gotta understand that every hustle ain't for everyone
So find you somethin' you passionate about and try to make income
It's cool to make them same old mistakes when you young and dumb
But once you get up to a certain age, you gotta think beyond
My past had a hold on my future, but I broke the bond
Life a Squid Game and I can feel the forty billion one
We made it to the end, they look confused that he was number one
It's 456 in the seal if you buyin' some
I drop an extra eight grams in the bag for you to test the lungs
You wouldn't understand that type of math 'cause you're an uncle Tom
I chose to stack funds, fuck clubbin', I ain't havin' fun
It ain't hard to tell that I'm the shit but I ain't got the runs
I let 'em sprint until they got tired and won the marathon
Keep goin', ****
You know, that's the type of shit I gotta tell myself, 'cause ain't nobody gon' tell me that, you know?
World is yours and everything in it, you know what I mean?
Don't let 'em trick you out your spot before you get to touch that shit
1Hunnit
Written by: Jerry Cohns
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