Dave East, Harry Fraud, Benny the Butcher - Uncle Ric lyrics

This real life
Change the way you look at shit, you know?
I promise, uh (La Musica de Harry Fraud) uh

We really took a trip to see what's goin' on
Back and forth with niggas when
It was goin' wrong
I'd never put that on a song (Never)
Drinkin' water, thoughts of gettin' rich
I think of Porter (Porter)
Really thought that I'd get rich off a
Dime 'fore I seen a quarter
Tell me what you know about
It? The lobby crowded, we in public housing
The government assistin' it
Every day it's some different shit
(Every day)
The cameras ain't the only witnessin'
Niggas talkin' you get a job, might get
A chеck, you wanna trap, might get a coffin
(yeah) when that papеr flowin'
Party for a month straight like Rick James
(Rick James) the feds is asking 'bout him
I just know 'em by his nickname
(I don't know)
It wasn't for this COVID shit
I'd probably be at the Knicks game
(Right there) on the floor next to Spike
Lee and a big chain, know that Masi made it
Your man a rat
My only question is how you tolerate it?
I'm always gon' give back to the
Struggle 'cause I feel obligated
Niggas ain't wanna make a change until
They heard Obama say it
My uncle did forty years for nothin'
Just got exonerated (Uncle Ric)

The Butcher comin', nigga
Pablo and the Butcher, uh yeah

They tell us lies and stare in our faces
(Faces) but I ain't scared, I'ma say
It, niggas took our manual
Tearin' out pages (I know)
Put us on lists and comparin' our greatness
But I'm like Mike
I feel like niggas couldn't ball in
The era I played in still on the pavement
The hood gon' cheer for the gangsters
A miracle I made it
Three albums up and six zeroes later
I'm still goin' up
But what I get for doin' y'all heroes favors?
(What the fuck I get?)
Nothin', the same shit I
Gave federal interrogators
Y'all scared of paper
Y'all run the plug on for y'all need of paper
Eyes closed, i can count from the sound
When I hear the paper (Damn)
It's the Butcher
You know my verse a classic if Harry made it
(Uh, huh) old karma
Give y'all niggas bad luck
Like a mirror breakin'
Heroin deals, bricks weighin', background
My lyrics playin' just loud enough so nobody
Hear what they sayin' (Uh, huh)
Ask your label where is your advance
(Where it's at?) , sittin' here on
My hands (It's right here, nigga)
Y'all niggas just trash or
Y'all got terrible fans, huh (Huh)

Pablo and the Butcher, uh