Rampage Wood & Nick Bradley - UNCLE SAM
YeahBackwood still burning in the ashtray
Ima get back to that
I had my fingers crossed the whole time
Bitch, I was lying
I told you I would give you the summer
Might let you shine
Niggas throwing salt, but just like pepper, I had to grind
The flow dope enough to make your nostril touch the line
I did the science
My mathematics in compliance
I used to be a rapper but now I ain't even trying
It's just ultra instinct
These niggas filled with envy
I just hit for a 10 piece.
She fucked me for some Fendi
Oh yeah
Very rare, got Backwoods from the concierge
The SS always make the bitches stop and stare
Lobster cocktails with views of the water
I can't even enjoy this shit, I should be going harder
Done lost it all and got it back, so I got paranoia
When crabs in a barrel turn to nigga tryna boil ya
That's why this gold on my skin hit like melted butter
Ain't no other
I could never beef with you black man, you my brother
Damn
And you know we got the same uncle Sam
I searched many lands, many lands just for peace
Travelled many lands, many lands for a piece
Yeah
And you know we got the same uncle Sam
I search many lands, just for men that's deceased
Travelled many lands, collecting men that's deceased, yea
They say money is the root of all evil
I guess we give it to the church to balance out, make it equal
Cursed with visions of the future but I'm stuck in the prequel
It ain't no sequel
Let me make it more transparent, these diamonds see through
You live once; I gave too much up to give fucks
I made my own lane; this shit been off road we drive trucks
Niggas duck and dodge then turn around and pay homage
You know the god
I'm a gracious nigga, many blessings in the catalogue
They tried to pull me back, but it just launched me like to catapult
Would hit the U.S. Open, but I don't really do the back and forth
This Backwood hitting like they underhand pitching
It's arson in the booth, it's hot as granny nem kitchen
The cloth they was stitching when they made me was different
When I talk niggas listen
Don't write shit but prescriptions
When I do, it hit like scripture
Cus I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision
My intent is to get richer, yeah
And you know we got the same uncle Sam
I searched many lands, many lands just for peace
Travelled many lands, many lands for a piece
Yeah
And you know we got the same uncle Sam
I search many lands, just for men that's deceased
Travelled many lands, collecting men that's deceased, yea
Written by:
Matthew Holbrook
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