Uncle Bun (feat. 38 Spesh)

Huh

Huh

Yeah

Aye, yeah, I just bought a kilo from my dog in B-Lo

Mixing fentanyl with diesel

That shit they selling clogging needles

**** switch, so I don't talk to people (Uh-uh)

Two clips, that's enough shots for you and your alter ego (Yeah, uh)

Flight coming in from Puerto Rico

Landing on the east coast

****, and I don't drive cars with keyholes

Y'all **** just gettin' fresh and y'all talkin' fashion

I'm a veteran, Dior letterman with the army patches

Turn my every summer run to a comfortable number one

I become elite, underground king like I'm Uncle Bun

Another run, ****, we got rich off the right vision

To get the squares from here to there was a light mission

I planned it and all I had was a flight ticket

When I landed, I took advantage of the price difference

Listen, ****, I got a hand that could write scriptures

But y'all take the stand and land me in tight fences

Fuck a life sentence, pray God hand me the right riches

And turn this one brick to a family of white bitches, uh

These the results you get when you the reason the culture shift

Don't believe in that vulture shit, had to feed my associates

I make sure everybody eat, yeah, I think like a socialist

Million dollar empire from a piece of a broken brick, uh

You know these hoes ain't shit, so I cheat and don't commit

I'm rich, I just can't go to sleep with a broken bitch

Loaded fifth, press a button and the scope focus quick

And the clip longer than the script from a motion pic

I sold dope to a fiend while she pregnant, emotionless

I'm not a case worker, that's not a reason I sold the shit

Who cared I wore hand-me-downs too big for my clothes to fit?

Who cried for me when my relatives stole from me for a hit?

Look, these lames still caught up 'cause my name's still brought up

In top five convo from Langfield to Gainesville, Florida

I remember vividly

Trappin' with my toes cocked

Bagging up in dope spots

Junkies on the floor

These **** ain't real as me

And it ain't a close shot

I don't fuck with no opps

Buryin' 'em all

Million dollar tendencies

All I do is show stop

Tractor trailer coke drops

I done seen it all

I'm ballin' till infinity

Catch me at the boat dock

We ain't boarding no yachts

Just unloading raw, uh

I remember vividly (Ah)