What up?
It's ya man Unkle Samm
That's with a K and two M's
And I honestly never know what to say in the intro of my songs
So I guess I'm gonna hit you guys with a little fun fact
Here goes um
I'm the opposite of southpaw
A midwest outlaw
None of y'alls even holdin' a candle
Got my hands on white keys but it aint dope, it's pianos
All you folks turn to vandals
While you boastin' your scandals
Keep it up, get ya knees broke by Sopranos
Every time I turn the track up, it seems y'all just yaked up
The last dude's song, re-packaged it and wrapped up
You don't stack up with mags to pop one
Got New Eras on my dome and your girl ridin' shotgun
They call me Dr. A-K-E because I'm on one
And I ain't here for taxes you got the wrong one
I'm the strong one
Cause that's how I was born son
So when you pop up, you out, can of corn son
I'm from a small town where you're destined to lose
Where poppin' molly has somethin to do with domestic abuse
No one's invested in you
It's hard to treasure your youth
Someone's always goin' around sayin' they better than you
But I'm clever and cool
Ain't no use in gettin' worked up
People needin' a boost but I tell 'em to get they chirp up
Sayin' you a god but needin' to get ya church up
DJ's knowin' Skee but I tell 'em to get they Dirk up
It's kinda funny, you can't out hunt the hunter
Bloodstream ain't clean so my mind gon wonder
Got my eyes locked in
Yes sir, I am light skin
You flash your lightnin' but ain't got no thunder
Scratch ya head to make you wonder
How I'm settin' it off
I'm like Christian Watford, .7 left on the clock
Yeah, Haters is hilarious
Steadily be preparin' us
To chef up this music, givin' the beef to vegetarians
I'm plottin' these places
Plan to promote these perfect pieces
That I have carefully crafted like cutoff khakis with creases
Believe it
I am the reason the 812 gettin' noticed
Tap a ya screen a couple times in case you be losin' focus
No hocus pocus or tricks
And I ain't loadin' no clips
I'm voilatin' beats like you gropin' some older chicks
It's over, I'm over it
Like I'm the boss of the company
Competition be huntin' me
Findin' all my fake friends, dump 'em before they dumpin' me
Before they go and hate again
Hit em with that coach Herm, y'all know that I play to win
Bettin' on myself so the odds for me are razor thin
My name is Unkle Samm and I'm makin' hip-hop great again
Unkle Samm - Makin' Hip-Hop Great Again Lyrics
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What up?
It's ya man Unkle Samm
That's with a K and two M's
And I honestly never know what to say in the intro of my songs
So I guess I'm gonna hit you guys with a little fun fact
Here goes um
I'm the opposite of southpaw
A midwest outlaw
None of y'alls even holdin' a candle
Got my hands on white keys but it aint dope, it's pianos
All you folks turn to vandals
While you boastin' your scandals
Keep it up, get ya knees broke by Sopranos
Every time I turn the track up, it seems y'all just yaked up
The last dude's song, re-packaged it and wrapped up
You don't stack up with mags to pop one
Got New Eras on my dome and your girl ridin' shotgun
They call me Dr. A-K-E because I'm on one
And I ain't here for taxes you got the wrong one
I'm the strong one
Cause that's how I was born son
So when you pop up, you out, can of corn son
I'm from a small town where you're destined to lose
Where poppin' molly has somethin to do with domestic abuse
No one's invested in you
It's hard to treasure your youth
Someone's always goin' around sayin' they better than you
But I'm clever and cool
Ain't no use in gettin' worked up
People needin' a boost but I tell 'em to get they chirp up
Sayin' you a god but needin' to get ya church up
DJ's knowin' Skee but I tell 'em to get they Dirk up
It's kinda funny, you can't out hunt the hunter
Bloodstream ain't clean so my mind gon wonder
Got my eyes locked in
Yes sir, I am light skin
You flash your lightnin' but ain't got no thunder
Scratch ya head to make you wonder
How I'm settin' it off
I'm like Christian Watford, .7 left on the clock
Yeah, Haters is hilarious
Steadily be preparin' us
To chef up this music, givin' the beef to vegetarians
I'm plottin' these places
Plan to promote these perfect pieces
That I have carefully crafted like cutoff khakis with creases
Believe it
I am the reason the 812 gettin' noticed
Tap a ya screen a couple times in case you be losin' focus
No hocus pocus or tricks
And I ain't loadin' no clips
I'm voilatin' beats like you gropin' some older chicks
It's over, I'm over it
Like I'm the boss of the company
Competition be huntin' me
Findin' all my fake friends, dump 'em before they dumpin' me
Before they go and hate again
Hit em with that coach Herm, y'all know that I play to win
Bettin' on myself so the odds for me are razor thin
My name is Unkle Samm and I'm makin' hip-hop great again
It's ya man Unkle Samm
That's with a K and two M's
And I honestly never know what to say in the intro of my songs
So I guess I'm gonna hit you guys with a little fun fact
Here goes um
I'm the opposite of southpaw
A midwest outlaw
None of y'alls even holdin' a candle
Got my hands on white keys but it aint dope, it's pianos
All you folks turn to vandals
While you boastin' your scandals
Keep it up, get ya knees broke by Sopranos
Every time I turn the track up, it seems y'all just yaked up
The last dude's song, re-packaged it and wrapped up
You don't stack up with mags to pop one
Got New Eras on my dome and your girl ridin' shotgun
They call me Dr. A-K-E because I'm on one
And I ain't here for taxes you got the wrong one
I'm the strong one
Cause that's how I was born son
So when you pop up, you out, can of corn son
I'm from a small town where you're destined to lose
Where poppin' molly has somethin to do with domestic abuse
No one's invested in you
It's hard to treasure your youth
Someone's always goin' around sayin' they better than you
But I'm clever and cool
Ain't no use in gettin' worked up
People needin' a boost but I tell 'em to get they chirp up
Sayin' you a god but needin' to get ya church up
DJ's knowin' Skee but I tell 'em to get they Dirk up
It's kinda funny, you can't out hunt the hunter
Bloodstream ain't clean so my mind gon wonder
Got my eyes locked in
Yes sir, I am light skin
You flash your lightnin' but ain't got no thunder
Scratch ya head to make you wonder
How I'm settin' it off
I'm like Christian Watford, .7 left on the clock
Yeah, Haters is hilarious
Steadily be preparin' us
To chef up this music, givin' the beef to vegetarians
I'm plottin' these places
Plan to promote these perfect pieces
That I have carefully crafted like cutoff khakis with creases
Believe it
I am the reason the 812 gettin' noticed
Tap a ya screen a couple times in case you be losin' focus
No hocus pocus or tricks
And I ain't loadin' no clips
I'm voilatin' beats like you gropin' some older chicks
It's over, I'm over it
Like I'm the boss of the company
Competition be huntin' me
Findin' all my fake friends, dump 'em before they dumpin' me
Before they go and hate again
Hit em with that coach Herm, y'all know that I play to win
Bettin' on myself so the odds for me are razor thin
My name is Unkle Samm and I'm makin' hip-hop great again
Writer: Samuel Eversole
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid