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(Verse 1) Yo, Uncle Trevor, man, what’s up with that hair? Lookin’ like a raccoon just fell outta your chair, Every time you step out, the wind starts to laugh, Bad luck followin’ you like it’s part of your path. You tripped on the rug, spilled coffee on your shirt, Can’t even play the lottery, man, that’s gotta hurt, Always nice to my fam, but let’s keep it real, You got charm, but your luck’s got a raw deal. (Verse 2) You rollin’ with the crew, but you’re always the punchline, Tryna keep it cool, but you’re stuck in the sunshine, Every BBQ, you burnin’ burgers like a pro, Keep it up, Uncle Trevor, you’ll be the star of the show. Got a heart of gold, but your style’s a disaster, Hairline retreatin’, man, it’s movin’ way faster, Still, you smile through the chaos, that’s your best trait, But let’s be honest, bro, you’re just a bad luck mate. (Verse) Yo, Uncle Trevor, man, what’s the deal? Bad McDonald's hairline, that’s the real feel, Concrete dreams but your luck’s on pause, Peasant vibes, bro, where’s the applause? Too nice for the game, always takin' the L, Suckin' at video games, can’t even tell, Short in stature, but you talkin’ big, Tryna flex on me, but you just a twig. In your work boots, but you ain't got the grind, Always playin’ nice, but you fallin' behind, Got that concrete hustle, but your game’s so weak, Keep it real, Uncle, it’s your turn to speak. So I shade you hard, but it's all in jest, Just remember, Trevor, I’m the one who’s blessed, Laughin' at the struggle, but I still got your back, In this raw rap game, we keepin' it on track.
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(Verse 1) Yo, Uncle Trevor, man, what’s up with that hair? Lookin’ like a raccoon just fell outta your chair, Every time you step out, the wind starts to laugh, Bad luck followin’ you like it’s part of your path. You tripped on the rug, spilled coffee on your shirt, Can’t even play the lottery, man, that’s gotta hurt, Always nice to my fam, but let’s keep it real, You got charm, but your luck’s got a raw deal. (Verse 2) You rollin’ with the crew, but you’re always the punchline, Tryna keep it cool, but you’re stuck in the sunshine, Every BBQ, you burnin’ burgers like a pro, Keep it up, Uncle Trevor, you’ll be the star of the show. Got a heart of gold, but your style’s a disaster, Hairline retreatin’, man, it’s movin’ way faster, Still, you smile through the chaos, that’s your best trait, But let’s be honest, bro, you’re just a bad luck mate. (Verse) Yo, Uncle Trevor, man, what’s the deal? Bad McDonald's hairline, that’s the real feel, Concrete dreams but your luck’s on pause, Peasant vibes, bro, where’s the applause? Too nice for the game, always takin' the L, Suckin' at video games, can’t even tell, Short in stature, but you talkin’ big, Tryna flex on me, but you just a twig. In your work boots, but you ain't got the grind, Always playin’ nice, but you fallin' behind, Got that concrete hustle, but your game’s so weak, Keep it real, Uncle, it’s your turn to speak. So I shade you hard, but it's all in jest, Just remember, Trevor, I’m the one who’s blessed, Laughin' at the struggle, but I still got your back, In this raw rap game, we keepin' it on track.
Respect 🤜🤛