Evan Jackson Miller - Uncle C (Rough Cut) Lyrics

Uncle c was in the kitchen
Whipping he was mixing that work
Mula in his vision
Bitches flock like bitches
Off work
Uncle c was in the kitchen
Whipping he was mixing that work
Bricks and nails was shipping
He was getting it

Pelle Pelle when ever a nigga looked up
Jordans i mean plural
And timbs grey colored earl
Yellow skin girls
Bone red leave with toe tags
Rocked a durag
Bought the whip all cash
Kept a big bag
Flint streets wasnt big as the D
But he said this to me
Reaganomics had him eating
Like a wildebeest
Bitches catching feelings
Because they seen a nigga never sleep
Unc had them in rotation
But he wasnt f*cking monogamy
Shit as far as i could see
Uncle was living the dream
Getting that green
By all means
He was living that cream
Didnt have to keep a tool
Because the hood was a team
Said he would give the bitch wood
If she didn't give him the green
See being good take to much patience
It's amazing
To have a fire combusting
And not do nothing
In the flames i sit burning my mind
To keep it in comfort
Niggas test my mental
I'm thinking i feel the summer
Winter come to fast
Its cold to pass fore your momma
I pray for Uncle soul
A nigga left him with holes
Either that or he told
I mean the paper make foes
And foes usually bring whoas
The casket was closed

Uncle c was in the kitchen
Whipping he was mixing that work
Mula in his vision
Bitches flock like bitches
Off work
Uncle c was in the kitchen
Whipping he was mixing that work
Bricks and nails was shipping
He was getting it