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Uncle Bull

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Uncle Bull Lyrics

Good Sense
I wanna be with you

Plottin on some mils, what i'm thinking 'bout
Ain't too many niggas 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 niggas will take you out
For nothing, so I'm going to give it all I got

This lil nigga 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 motherfuck them critics
And I can't forget them cops, cause they killed one of my niggas
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 niggas get down
Like when that cash that floor that stripper's ass 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 nigga 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 nigga stash, girl that comes with the job
But lately a nigga been feeling bad vibes
Probably why I'm getting mad high
Do more than enough to get by
Shit not quite, cause I'm still on a flight
And you know, short days long nights nigga
And you know, I'm trying to get my money right nigga
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 fuck 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 crap 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 fuck being right
Word, fuck being right
If getting bread is wrong, then fuck being right
Oww

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April 1, 2012
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