Lyrics Uncle Rico - Drew Famous

Back in '82
I used to be able to throw a pigskin a quarter mile
Are you serious?
I'm dead serious

A lotta y'all sound like Uncle Rico
Like, "Hey it's nice to meet y'all
I was the shit back in high school
Used could throw the pigskin a quarter mile
Now I'm flipping bricks, but it's kinda stale
I don't wanna talk about it"
A lotta y'all speak like Uncle Rico
Like, "Bro you shoulda seen me
I was getting bitches back in preschool!
But now the game's played out
Like, I don't even partake now
If coach had put me in in fourth quarter
We'd have made it out"

I'm more on my shit now than I ever been
I'm so over fitting in
If I ain't ever practice then I'd never win
And what'd there be to celebrate?
Trust me I'm just tryna see another day
Don't bite more than I chew
Don't make a list longer than I'm willing to pray
If I can't recite it back to God then it shouldn't be up on my brain
It's more than numbers left for me to calculate
I can't make my feelings change
Every single thought up in my head could come from demons man
So I must make 'em meet their fate
It's more than confidence left to be regained
I left a lot up in the ceiling man
I never thought I'd see the day
Everyone would seem to change
I ain't seen it yet but I been seeking prayers like they'll seize my day
Everybody needs a change

A lotta y'all sound like Uncle Rico
Like, "Hey it's nice to meet y'all
I was the shit back in high school
Used could throw the pigskin a quarter mile
Now I'm flipping bricks, but it's kinda stale
I don't wanna talk about it"
A lotta y'all speak like Uncle Rico
Like, "Bro you shoulda seen me
I was getting bitches back in preschool!
But now the game's played out
Like, I don't even partake now
If coach had put me in in fourth quarter
We'd have made it out"
A lotta y'all sound like Uncle Rico
It's a lot of y'all that sound like Uncle Rico
A lotta y'all sound like Uncle Rico
It's a lotta y'all that sound like Uncle Rico
Hahahahaaa
Shit funny

Hell, if couch woulda put me in fourth quarter
We'd have been state champions, no doubt
No doubt in my mind
You better believe things woulda been different
I'd have gone pro in a heartbeat
I'd be making millions of dollars
And living in a big old mansion somewhere
You know, soaking it up
In a hot tub with my soul mate