Uncle Sam ft. OddwOrld, Self Spoken Lau & Brotegé Lyrics

Shout out OddwOrld for this one

Gotta love the fans, they don't understand

Fuck a couple bands, I need me 100 grand

To be honest, I ain't worried 'bout another man

Only one that got me worryin' is Uncle Sam

Gotta love the fans, they don't understand

Fuck a couple bands, I need me 100 grand

To be honest, I ain't worried 'bout another man

Only one that got me worryin' is Uncle Sam

Whether the weather is rainy or sunny

Just pay me in money, it's crazy, ain't no laziness from me

We ain't being dummies, dreamin' really made me this hungry

Moving iffy, you won't tell me if you hate me, or love me

But, fuck your apology, you niggas aren't stoppin' me

Your shawty steady watchin' me, she cannot do monogamy

I'm thinkin' bout economy, and also a monopoly

And then we're gonna bring 'em together like an apostrophe (Woo)

We might go to ATL, hit my nigga Juss (Juss Bucks)

He might pass us some baddies, he movin' in the clutch (Yessir)

She wanna get with this, and she tryna reminisce

Can't take any pictures, why you tryna leave some evidence? (For what?)

You see me always on the move, I'm barely ever home (Nah)

Niggas dissin' me in songs, guess I'm gettin' known (Haha)

I try to be mature, lookin' at my telephone

People throwin' rocks, but I use it as a steppin' stone (Yeah)

Gotta love the fans, they don't understand

Fuck a couple bands, I need me 100 grand

To be honest, I ain't worried 'bout another man

Only one that got me worryin' is Uncle Sam

Gotta love the fans, they don't understand

Fuck a couple bands, I need me 100 grand

To be honest, I ain't worried 'bout another man

Only one that got me worryin' is Uncle Sam

I started doin' this rappin' shit as a toddler

Slappin' beats like my mother, back when I would be dumber

Actin' like I ain't had no damn sense, and I know it bothered her

Like no other, but, I've gotten older

So my sense is different now, I see everything movin' forward

Visuals like I'm Warhol, got a eye for this art shit

But in myself, I'm an artist, I paint these words to see me

And you visioned just where my heart is, know why I started (Yeah)

I got this music shit on lock like it was Akon (Locked)

Won't let it out until my rappin' skills are days gone (Bye)

I'm scoopin' out for the Grammy's, I got my aim on (Bow)

Playin' these bitches, and switchin', I got my game on (Ah-ha)

I've gotten odder, but so has the world inflation is stationed

To elevate, so I rather just curl inside of a ball

But if that happens, then music is over

Not only that, I would relax with no chips on my shoulder

Hold on, pause

Gotta love the fans, they don't understand

Fuck a couple bands, I need me 100 grand

To be honest, I ain't worried 'bout another man

Only one that got me worryin' is Uncle Sam

Gotta love the fans, they don't understand

Fuck a couple bands, I need me 100 grand

To be honest, I ain't worried 'bout another man

Only one that got me worryin' is Uncle Sam

Gotta love the fans, they don't understand

Fuck a couple bands, I need me 100 grand

To be honest, I ain't worried 'bout another man

Only one that got me worryin' is Uncle Sam