[Intro]

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



[Verse 1]

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, f**k 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

f**k 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

[Interlude]

They say the older you get in life the faster it happens. Me, I feel like I could still f**k 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



[Verse 2]

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 f**k 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