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 f*ck 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