lirik lagu uncle reem - occupied space
hook (uncle reem)
he don’t want drama. he don’t want war/
he just want commas. he just want more
occupied sp~ce in his bags and his pockets/
he’ll put you on your ass if your ass try to stop it/
verse 1 (uncle reem):
i’m just trying to dress sl!ck. ride something that’s dope/
like stage 4 lung cancer, i don’t want no smoke/
i ain’t got no blocks/
unless you talking bout police, then i ain’t got no opps/
they spending life in the pen or in a box/
or maybe they done growed up and they staying out the way like me/
teaching these young n~ggas some of the sh~t that they might see/
when staying submerged pursuing the urge/
for material acquisition, 10 toes on the curb/
maybe got a warrant for some sh~t they thought they got away with/
maybe they skipped states, names on an affidavit/ (snitch)
regardless of their current situation, i ain’t studying them n~ggas, and i still ain’t the n~gga they finna play with/
n~ggas be thinking sh~t sweet til they six feet/
or in the pen for six years worried bout who they chick meet/
getting finessed outta the commissary. they been sweet/
shoes took with the glock dookie with a switch. heat!/
hook (2x)
verse 2 (uncle reem):
i ain’t judging these youth. sh~t i’m loving the way they spittin’/
they expressing their culture, and most of it ain’t even written/
old n~ggas is gratin’, cause they a product of your f~ck ups and missteps/
musta forgot about everywhere you stuck your d~cks at/
guess you don’t remember the women you sold your crack to/
remember when you murdered that n~gga because he slapped you?/
product of environment. we reaping what we sowing/
our youth is a consequence of all our hustling and hoeing/
these little n~ggas is fearless, and they sick of our hypocrisy/
all the ruthlessness and ferocity/
forgot them crack babies we created in the nineties and the eighties?/
now we acting all surprised that they drug addicted and crazy/
they suffered a lot of trauma/
was raised by a single mama/
reactions to all our actions. representation of karma/
so instead of you acting all judgmental and lame/
take some responsibility and give these n~ggas some game/
hook (2x)
verse 3 (simba shakur):
yeah. i’ll put you on your ass if your ass trying to stop it/
before we made it, i said that we would make it. i’m a prophet/
how you coming? the same old way? gotta change it/
how you say you banging and you ain’t really bangin’?/
if you ain’t running with them n~ggas that you hang with/
going backwards. god, i’d rather not. gotta tame it/
i just want commas. i just want more/
don’t f~ck with the fam. you just might get smoked/
i had to learn a lotta sh~t, growing up in the gutter/
you ain’t going nowhere if you ain’t got no b~tter/
and the youngins don’t respect. especially if you a clucker/
and you just might die in this country for nothing/
and growing up in public schools, man you don’t learn nothing/
how you think i still survive in these streets as a youngin’?/
using my own knowledge bro? that’s straight bluffing/
gotta learn from the ogs, who stay stuntin’/
hook (2x)
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