Rampage Wood & Nick Bradley - UNCLE BRADLEY

Started with zero like Russel
But we got it off the muscle
Now it's steak with the truffles
We stack bread in duffles
Birds of a feather flock together get ruffled
If I bought it once
I bought it twice you know I need a couple
My crib the 2020 Noah's Arc muhfucka
I just taught my car how to park muhafucka
Real jewelry glow in the dark muhfucka
I just rolled up a national park motha-fucka
We breathing rarified air
Young Smokey the Bear
My style hard to tackle
Young Edwards-Helaire
I ain't have no rich uncle that live in Bel-Air
You make it out the 5-0-1
You good anywhere
Yo, I had to let it breathe
I ain't filling stockings, but I got some shit up my sleeve
The way I killed the beat, Nick Bradley requested bereavement
I ain't seen't the boy in weeks
I know my nigga grieving
I'm going in
I put the Raws down, went Backwood the second verse
Chase notifications bae got another purse
Back to back vacations, that gon make em hurt
We mirrored the collection plate approach
Shout out to the church
I'm the same nigga laid his troubles on the alter
Hot green tea in fine china on a saucer
Gotta watch the feature cause a nigga might assault you
Blood of the lamb but I walk through with some vultures
Yeah nigga we the culture
Hot box the whip, always gotta pay to shampoo the upholstery
Them boys career down the drain like a liquid plumber
I sold some assets it's looking like a liquid summer
Oh yea.
In the spirit of "All Things Fair"
I let you have the summer & all last year
I'm outta hibernation
My Backwood rolled
Tried to close the book on me
But I can't fold
Do my eyes and ears deceive me
Like Madame CJ Walker
They talking greasy
Like I ain't turned this shit to Sangria from Fiji
Like I ain't set the bar you pull up on in P.E.
I know you see me
Lotta money on the table
Treat it like linguini
Rub her ass like a lamp
I married a genie
Like my nigga Space Ghost, we be coast to coast
Ain't no coupon for what we on
When Champagne Toast
All my chakras aligned
The flow one of a kind
I started slow
But it look better when you win from behind
They gave you shit to play
But I'ma give you shit to rewind
The biggest fish in the pond
Can still get hooked by that line

Written by:
Matthew Holbrook

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