Uncle Moon Video (MV)

(At night I used to lay around and dream on the come up)
(Now I execute my grind, as soon as the sun up)

Everyday I hustle hard
Rick Ross
Tryna be my own boss
Niggas hating
Bitches faking
Let's be honest
Dawg, I been taking losses
Shit still amazes me
How they bumping me
And they never seen my face
I'm snapping on niggas
But yet I'm still popping these pimples
When I get stressed
Gahdamn
I wanna stack for my kids
I wanna ride in my whip
I wanna spoil on my bitch
But I'm in debt
I can't do nun of that shit
I wanna pay all my bills
I wanna feed all my nigs
I wanna get out the crib
I wish they stop hating
And really go listen to shit
I gotta get out the city
Cause long as I'm here
Most of these niggas
Ain't f*cking with me
Been a minute since I been to my hood
But mention my name
And they f*cking with me
Free my niggas that's been stuck in the pen
Cause when they get out
Know I'm f*cking with em
Y'all niggas really don't know
How to keep shit real
Y'all just be rapping bout drug dealing

At night, late at night
I do wonder
How the hell can I get out this slumber
I don't sleep, I can't eat
But I hustle
And I make numbers
Uncle Moon til the sun up
(At night I used to lay around and dream on the come up)
Uncle Moon til the sun up
(Now I execute my grind, as soon as the sun up)
Uncle Moon til the sun up

Lately all these niggas changing up
If you ask me
I don't give a f*ck
Been down, held my own wassup
Put my pride to the side and all
I had to go get me a bag
No need to be mad
I had to go get off my ass
Cause niggas don't like when I spazz
I'm showing my ass
Cashing out, all on my fam
Uhh
Cause when I was down and out
Them niggas was all that I had
Gave em my last
Then niggas start
Acting real shady
Like bro what the f*ck is that
Coming from Georgia to Dry Branch
Every weekend but niggas
Don't mention that
But where was y'all niggas
When I needed help
Kickbacks at the crib
Nobody there
Go to my hood
When I wanna
Wassup to my uncles
Uncle Moon & Uncle Boi
Me & Cali
We was washing them cars
In the front of the yard
So you know wassup
Late in the nights
We was serving them junkies
And f*cking on nothing
But bussdown's or them pole cats
I couldn't f*ck no dirty foot
Unc knew I ain't f*ck around

At night, late at night
I do wonder
How the hell can I get out this slumber
I don't sleep, I can't eat
But I hustle
And I make numbers
Uncle Moon til the sun up
(At night I used to lay around and dream on the come up)
Uncle Moon til the sun up
(Now I execute my grind, as soon as the sun up)
Uncle Moon til the sun up