Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill
Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil
Damn man, i made my uncle proud of me!
Just sit back and relax and take it easy
My uncle is in hospital fighting against cancer
And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper
Chillen with brothers, blacks and crakers, im not racist i just call em how i see em,
Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen
Gettin gwop with my team, don't fuck with my scheme
Your developmental league don’t see a team
Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar
They go from dump truck slackers to uncle buck, but fatter
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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