[Intro]
Eighteen, fresh out the school gates,
But the city already knew the name… Uncle T.
Started with caps at fifteen… now it’s kilos.
Let’s talk about it.
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[Verse 1]
Fifteen with the M, young blood in the lane,
Had the raves on lock, every weekend was the same.
Then it flipped to the green, lil’ hustle turned flame,
By the time he hit eighteen, whole city knew the game.
Uncle T, no myth — just a kid with a brain,
Never ran reckless, every move pre-planned.
Cars swapped weekly, regos under different names,
Always three steps up, never traced on the cams.
Night shifts, high risk, tyres screamin’ through the block,
Phone buzzin’, drop comin’, he don’t ever miss a spot.
Raw white in the stash, every gram gettin’ bought,
Had the whole damn map in his head like a plot.
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[Hook]
City in powder, he ran that route,
Silent with power, no brag, no shout.
Young but colder, he paved that ground,
Uncle T movin’ — he knew that town.
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[Verse 2]
Eighteen but he’d lived like he’s twenty-five,
Whole scene in a choke — he supplied half the nights.
Coke money runnin’ quick, but the pressure twice as high,
Still he kept the circle tight, never let the wrong inside.
Blacked-out rides, changed plates on the go,
Every three days switched whips — kept patrols movin’ slow.
Strategic with the lanes, knew the backstreets like a ghost,
Disappear in a second, left no footprints in the snow.
Started young, but the hunger only sharpened with time,
Never bragged ‘bout the dirt, just perfected the grind.
Kid from the block with a mind like a mastermind,
If you said “who’s runnin’ this?” — it’s his name they’d define.
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[Hook]
City in powder, he ran that route,
Silent with power, no brag, no shout.
Young but colder, he paved that ground,
Uncle T movin’ — he knew that town.
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[Outro]
Fifteen with the MD,
Eighteen with the coke scene,
Whole city in his reach…
Uncle T — runnin’ streets like a routine.
UncleT
