I ain't have an Uncle Phil, I was out on the field with my momma, we was workin, went from

The hood to the burbs, to the hood to the, I was crackin, little bit of tears, what's happenin

Free lunch, we packing, money always funny, but the food never lackin, turn the lights

On, be quiet, see a roach, kick it up with the big homie, now he passin' the roach, had

Two lil' **** in the neighborhood, wanna rob everybody in the neighborhood, had a couple

Lil' thotties, wanna ride everybody, I ain't wanna touch nobody, I ain't gonna catch nobody

I don't even like parties, cause every time **** wanna shoot at parties, and I don't

Wanna see another dead body, I'm wanna make it home, chill alone, free roam, my momma

Told me come home before the street lights on, I lied, I seen the, seen the, seen the

Seen the street lights on, hmm, I was just tryna hoop, tryna shoot for some dreams, I

Ain't cared about my grades, c's, all that I need for degrees, that was part of my theme

As a teen, didn't have much, still clean on the scene, all I ever wanted was to stack

Up my cheese, woah

I ain't have an Uncle Phil, I was out on the field with my momma, we was workin, went

From the hood to the burbs, to the hood to the I was crackin, little bit of tears, what's happenin

I ain't have an Uncle Phil, I was out on the field with my momma, we was workin, went

From the hood to the burbs, to the hood to the I was crackin, little bit of tears, what's happenin

I ain't have an Uncle Phil, I was out on the field with my momma, we was workin, went

From the hood to the burbs, to the hood to the I was crackin, little bit of tears, what's happenin'