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Uncle Phil
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Uncle Phil was released on June 27, 2025 by Lil Bean / EMPIRE as a part of the album BNERKID
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AlbumBNERKID
Release DateJune 27, 2025
LabelLil Bean / EMPIRE
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Bean
Lil Bean
Vocals
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eazydrez
Eazydrez
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Huh, car cost a hundred, it's parked in the trenches
Stand by myself or I stand with these ****
Now I can pop it, I'm standin' on business, yeah
Now I can pop it, I'm standin' on business
She broke my heart, gotta get out of my feelings
I'll give you game like Wallo and Gillie
Told you stay down, let's run up these millions
I told you stay down with me, let's run up these millions
I think I hear Mary J. when she say real love
Don't know what it is about you, you make me feel numb (Yeah, yeah)
[Bridge]
Don't know what it is about you, you make me feel numb, yeah
Alright, fuck that shit, let's turn up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy
[Verse 2]
My name Bner, shit is scars, got diamonds up my arm
My car electric, I pull up to the crib and let it charge
When I was young, I used to stack my money in a jar
Upper echelon, had to leave that basic shit, ain't up to par
I had a Honda, but now I specialize in foreign cars
The lil' kids, they ask me what I do, I'm goin' hard
I'm traumatized, shit from my childhood make me a shark
I drive myself, but I just press the button and let it park
Go get some motion, you see them **** hatin', don't make it far
I get that money, I keep it to myself, I mind my business
Unc' always said he hate it when he call, it's fifteen minutes
She asked me, "Bae, when you comin' home?" Shit, I'm busy
I'm busy chasin' this money, my neck and wrist is flooded
Million-dollar ****, still be posted up where shit get ugly
Got a hundred on me, FNs and Dracs is how we bummin'
My uncle Paul said we don't say cuz, he call me cuddy
My uncle Paul said we don't say cuz, he call me cuddy
The TSA just stopped me, it's racks in my luggage
I talk about the trenches, can tell I'm really from it
Them young **** slidin' in less than a hundred
My city really grimy, it's crazy, I love it
Just get it how you live, bae, I promise I won't judge you
I promise I won't judge you, I promise, just believe me
I wish Heaven had a FaceTime so they could see me
They always ask me what's my motivation, it's my people
For the ones that's dead and gone, lost but ain't forgot
From that era, real hustlers, you know rocks inside they socks
Goddy say I made a couple mil', fuck I look like stoppin'?
Now my baby girl depend on me, failin' not an option
'Member we was just a hundred deep, foenem still croppin'
Fuck I look like caterin' to these ****? I got real problems
Yeah, real deal, yeah, for real, for real
Ayy, when Ned pull up to the house, I'm Uncle Phil
Ayy, when brother tryna paint the city, I tell him, "Chill"
[Outro]
Huh, huh, huh
When brother tryna paint the city, I tell him, "Chill"
And when Ned pull up to the house, I'm Uncle Phil
Yeah, for real, for real, ayy, for real, for real
Real deal, yeah, real spill
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, real deal, uh
Written by: Lil Bean
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