Izzy-Meeks - Unc's Faded Glory

Wooo
Yeah
Yeah
Unc would tell me stories bout his faded glory
How he almost kicked the bucket when he overdosed
It's ironic that my predecessors failures never kept the Meeks from selling dope
Sunny wanted me to be a doctor he had great hopes
But when I learned the ropes
It was fuck a stethoscope or a popsicle stick bitch
I was a maverick in them lobby halls
Clayton Kershaw on the mound pitchin' shutouts with them eight balls
Then I grabbed a couple G packs now my pockets bulging
Ripping all these tracks like a shirt on Hulk Hogan
Thirty eight had a nigga feeling macho man
Until I tucked that semi auto in my pants it hurt my crotch man
It was either that or I'd be laying next to Macho Man
Wrestling with the work like I'm Vince McMahon
I seen niggaz get they Apple bit over a couple dollars
Seen a couple dollars in my pocket make these bitches swallow
Greens'll make the pigs circle extra times to make a collar
We was at the bottom had a couple scholar
They fed us soul food
Niggaz whippin' old schools
Sounds in the back kicking something like a horse do
I was never into that
Big body luxury whips with the kit attached
Now that's a match
Where theres smoke theres some fire nigga
Where theres rims theres some tires nigga
You prepared for the smoke is you riding nigga
Is you riding nigga
Wooo
I Corp OKIC
Bitch

Written by:
Isadore Meeks

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