Uncle Joe [explicit] Lyrics - Joe Budden

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 a season at true 

Every Sunday at the spades table slamming cards, hella hard 

Spitting over 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 Web, I knew Supreme in Queens 

And Ross dropped "B.M.F." 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 mommas 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 

It'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 like my private some 

I open albums for the credits, 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 sculpting 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 gift 

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