I knew my Glock would jam, but I'm still clickin
Blowin' that butter until my fingers be slippin' I'm tellin' you right now, I'm not a regular
Rapper I'm playin' some shit that's different
I told y'all I'm switchin' it up Most of these niggas say they see how I'm
Goin' it up I told y'all I'm different
Most of my homies be chillin' I wanna rock that vibe, then smoke all of
My weed Chasin' sheeps, but I wanna chase my dreams
Damn, I can't get no sleep Uncle Bobby, if you were here, I wonder how
Would It be Maybe the same, but that doesn't change the
Fact that you not with me Seein' spirits can be the strangest things
I'm thinkin' demons, but these the angels got my back
444 protection straps Blood always just had my back
Ask for Bail, he give me that, yeah Blood really got my back
Um Aight, none of these niggas wanna smoke with the gang
We spendin' the blocks and shootin' out chops I swear these niggas shot lower than a chain
Niggas be beefin, I'm yellin' out war I'm like, cool, these niggas can't pose where they hang
You see where I'm at, I'm smokin' with Ray
Two woods in my mouth, you might think that I'm dame
Clutchin the middy, I'm yellin' out, bang Bro think I'm fried, but I'm fakin' to hang
You gotta go, I ain't faking, you lame Pack your bags then get out on a plane
I know one day I'm gonna rule the world Puttin' the world in a hurricane
Face on the news don't sound too bad I know Pop's gonna have a blast
Blast, blast, blast, blast, blast
I knew my Glock would jam, but I'm still clickin
Blowin' that butter until my finger be slippin
I'm tellin' you right now, I'm not a regular rapper
I'm playin' some shit that's different, I told you I'm switchin' it up
Most of these niggas say they see how I'm goin' at it up
I told you I'm different
Most of my homies be chillin, I wanna rock that vibe
Then smoke all of my weed, chasin' sheeps
But I wanna chase my dreams, damn, I can't get no sleep
Uncle Bobby, if you were here, I wonder how it would be
Maybe the same, but that doesn't change the fact that you not with me
Man, I miss my Uncle Bobby
Uncle T.Y
Uncle Will, I love my mama
I love my, I love my sister
I love my grandmas, love my dead grandmas
I love my cousins, I love my aunties
I love them all, man
It's love all around
For real, for real
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I knew my Glock would jam, but I'm still clickin
Blowin' that butter until my fingers be slippin' I'm tellin' you right now, I'm not a regular
Rapper I'm playin' some shit that's different
I told y'all I'm switchin' it up Most of these niggas say they see how I'm
Goin' it up I told y'all I'm different
Most of my homies be chillin' I wanna rock that vibe, then smoke all of
My weed Chasin' sheeps, but I wanna chase my dreams
Damn, I can't get no sleep Uncle Bobby, if you were here, I wonder how
Would It be Maybe the same, but that doesn't change the
Fact that you not with me Seein' spirits can be the strangest things
I'm thinkin' demons, but these the angels got my back
444 protection straps Blood always just had my back
Ask for Bail, he give me that, yeah Blood really got my back
Um Aight, none of these niggas wanna smoke with the gang
We spendin' the blocks and shootin' out chops I swear these niggas shot lower than a chain
Niggas be beefin, I'm yellin' out war I'm like, cool, these niggas can't pose where they hang
You see where I'm at, I'm smokin' with Ray
Two woods in my mouth, you might think that I'm dame
Clutchin the middy, I'm yellin' out, bang Bro think I'm fried, but I'm fakin' to hang
You gotta go, I ain't faking, you lame Pack your bags then get out on a plane
I know one day I'm gonna rule the world Puttin' the world in a hurricane
Face on the news don't sound too bad I know Pop's gonna have a blast
Blast, blast, blast, blast, blast
I knew my Glock would jam, but I'm still clickin
Blowin' that butter until my finger be slippin
I'm tellin' you right now, I'm not a regular rapper
I'm playin' some shit that's different, I told you I'm switchin' it up
Most of these niggas say they see how I'm goin' at it up
I told you I'm different
Most of my homies be chillin, I wanna rock that vibe
Then smoke all of my weed, chasin' sheeps
But I wanna chase my dreams, damn, I can't get no sleep
Uncle Bobby, if you were here, I wonder how it would be
Maybe the same, but that doesn't change the fact that you not with me
Man, I miss my Uncle Bobby
Uncle T.Y
Uncle Will, I love my mama
I love my, I love my sister
I love my grandmas, love my dead grandmas
I love my cousins, I love my aunties
I love them all, man
It's love all around
For real, for real
Blowin' that butter until my fingers be slippin' I'm tellin' you right now, I'm not a regular
Rapper I'm playin' some shit that's different
I told y'all I'm switchin' it up Most of these niggas say they see how I'm
Goin' it up I told y'all I'm different
Most of my homies be chillin' I wanna rock that vibe, then smoke all of
My weed Chasin' sheeps, but I wanna chase my dreams
Damn, I can't get no sleep Uncle Bobby, if you were here, I wonder how
Would It be Maybe the same, but that doesn't change the
Fact that you not with me Seein' spirits can be the strangest things
I'm thinkin' demons, but these the angels got my back
444 protection straps Blood always just had my back
Ask for Bail, he give me that, yeah Blood really got my back
Um Aight, none of these niggas wanna smoke with the gang
We spendin' the blocks and shootin' out chops I swear these niggas shot lower than a chain
Niggas be beefin, I'm yellin' out war I'm like, cool, these niggas can't pose where they hang
You see where I'm at, I'm smokin' with Ray
Two woods in my mouth, you might think that I'm dame
Clutchin the middy, I'm yellin' out, bang Bro think I'm fried, but I'm fakin' to hang
You gotta go, I ain't faking, you lame Pack your bags then get out on a plane
I know one day I'm gonna rule the world Puttin' the world in a hurricane
Face on the news don't sound too bad I know Pop's gonna have a blast
Blast, blast, blast, blast, blast
I knew my Glock would jam, but I'm still clickin
Blowin' that butter until my finger be slippin
I'm tellin' you right now, I'm not a regular rapper
I'm playin' some shit that's different, I told you I'm switchin' it up
Most of these niggas say they see how I'm goin' at it up
I told you I'm different
Most of my homies be chillin, I wanna rock that vibe
Then smoke all of my weed, chasin' sheeps
But I wanna chase my dreams, damn, I can't get no sleep
Uncle Bobby, if you were here, I wonder how it would be
Maybe the same, but that doesn't change the fact that you not with me
Man, I miss my Uncle Bobby
Uncle T.Y
Uncle Will, I love my mama
I love my, I love my sister
I love my grandmas, love my dead grandmas
I love my cousins, I love my aunties
I love them all, man
It's love all around
For real, for real
Writer: Raymond Balfour
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