Joe Budden - Uncle Joe lyrics

It's Uncle Joe in here
It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe
It's Uncle Joe in here
It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe
It's Uncle Joe in here
It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe
It's Uncle Joe in here

It's Uncle Joe, peep while the story is told
Look like I'm the last nigga
To know I got old which is fine
As Uncle Joe I wear that age
Like it's a three piece suit
Can't get to this type of
Flavor without the seasoning, true
Every Sunday at the spades
Table slamming cards, hella hard
Spitting old Ruff Ryder or Roc-A-Fella bars
I'm telling stories of Khaled
Before he Terror Squad
Different from what they selling y'all
Fuck am I telling y'all?
It's Uncle Joe, don't wear Supreme and jeans
Came up with Nitty and Webb
I knew Supreme in Queens
And Ross dropped "BMF" and y'all
Would sing in the streets
I'm a little different, I
Was thinking of Meech, check this shit
I used to drive around the tunnel
In the Lexus with the snub
Before Power 105 was sneaking
Breakfast in the club
Listen, young niggas learn up
I don't do the kiddie shit
I'm with the turn up, I just like Biggie shit
Fuck is you saying? Only been a
Sensation for only two generations
I'm like the minute the weigh in fight ready
Friends are forever changing
And all them niggas I came up in the game
With done fainted in the
Entertainment I swear

They say the older you get in
Life the faster it happens me
I feel like I could still fuck with 25 year
Olds and their mom if they cute enough
So when I walk up in the day party and said
"what up?" all I hear is
"Uncle Joe" in this bitch

Same way you know when you up
You better know when you slip
Studies based of years hanging
With the boa constricts
I'm from an era where we ain't deal
With all the trolling and shit
When we see you we just go in your shit
There's repercussions for actions
We demanded more, don't understand it
Dawg question all these niggas with words
They never answer for
Staring at you new niggas still
From an older state
It's feeling like Oscar Robertson
Watching Golden State
Y'all hear Post Malone and
Think of "White Iverson"
I think of Karl and how he
Could've got the title won
I keep my life off Instagram
I like my private some
I open albums for the credit's
Y'all just TIDAL 'em
It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe
It's Uncle Joe in here
It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in this bitch
When there was problems with the game
I got to scoping that bitch
But they just kept talking about my hoes
I don't even notice the shit
I got a stash I never go in and shit
Same emotionless kids
Stoic as if I'm just a motionless GIF
Normally in the club tucked in the corner
No one to mind me
You niggas go and look for these bitches
They come and find me
Y'all praise it, I be disgusted
'Cause, I don't want the points
For scoring on easy buckets (and what else?)
And I don't count her if she
Ain't alter my weekly budget
Or if she Snapchat every portion
That we in public
That's awful, she need to cut it
(she need to cut it)
Bria's in the W with Sandra
The escorts fuck with me
That's a double entendre both got fat asses
One's a double cup monster
Both used to mad attention
It's my subtlety they fond of
It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe
It's Uncle Joe in here
It's Uncle Joe, it's Uncle Joe in this bitch
Nigga, WHAT UP? HEY!