
Uncle delivers a rapid-fire rap piece built on the hook "watch me walk," stacking boasts about money and power with references to Obama, LeBron, Beyoncé, and Drake. The performance mixes explicit braggadocio, numerical wordplay, and cultural allusions into a high-energy chant.
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This is Uncle. Watch me, watch me walk, watch me walk, watch me walk. Old school player, not my fault if the game is to be sold. Never told, never told, never told, never told, never told. Now groove to this sound. Uncle Talk. Yeah, slick like pencil. Your dick longer than a yardstick. Game deadly like COVID. Bitch, when I walk in the room, call the doctor. All lames get sick. This pimping came from my daddy. I inherited it. Trying to cuff me? Better be 5-0. No decimal on this equation. I forgot what Obama said. I'm like Harriet Tubman, bitch. I swing low. I run choo-choos on your new boo. We call it railroad. This is his Uncle Talk with the player. Watch us come through. Got your bitch hypnotized with those brown eyes. That's a mint condition, not to mention I'm at attention. No honey packs, just sweet on you. No Winnie the Pooh in my crew. We the forest without trees. Hey boo boo, on fire like a flame. Feel this heat, summer, summertime. It's my time. No Smith in my wheel. Slap a Chris, would not miss. Turn that Oscar to a Grammy. Lights, camera, action. Now sing this. Hit the stage, turn the page. Another uproar. Hear the cheers invading genres like being Beyoncé album of the year. This is Untalked with the player. Watch us come through pimping in my veins. Oh, I'm, I'm, I'm so positive I move the needle. Give me a CNA, you can't nurse me. Never hurt me, but the purse be open all day. The prescription is game. EA Sports like NBA. I don't want to be like Mike, Steph Curry, or LeBron. Sky hooks in a hole. She calling me Kareem, but I'm Lou Elson though. Watch the cream. Cash rules everything around me. That thang so wet, 36 chambers in that ass. 3 plus 6 is 9, get it now, let's start class. I'm one of a kind, Leona call me Prime. I deposit in her composite all sixes and nines. It's deep like a mine and no Drake shit, 'cause we dig for gold. Slangin' dick on these chicks, no jail in sight. No pills or puffy, 18 and up only. Jail cells are cold. Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold. It's called unk talk, watch me walk. Woo, woo! Little gray on my face. This game never gets old. Watch me send her to the bank. Robbery in progress. This pimping so cold. What would you do for a Klondike bar, bitch? I'll break a hoe down like a fraction. Flip that bitch. Two on top, one on the bottom. Now her name reciprocal. This is Uncle Toe. Watch me walk, watch me walk, watch me walk. Old school player, not my
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