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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He was Uncle before Unc existed
Had the whole block noddin' in the distance
Puts you to sleep, then he gets the shift in
Lullaby king with a grin so vicious
Sara at his side, steady as a prayer
Hannah in the kitchen, doing grown-up hair
Emily laughing, Matthew running stairs
Essie yelling, "Daddy, you the man in there"
[Pre-Chorus]
And they all know his name
When he walks in the room
Soft hands, hard work
Then the whole place zooms
[Chorus]
Mayor of titty city
Mayor of titty city
Bow when he pass, baby
Bow when he pass
Mayor of titty city
Mayor of titty city
Family on lock
And the crown on last
[Verse 2]
He clock in, hush mode, making babies dream
One eye on the crib, one eye on the team
Sara got the smile that can split the scene
Four little lights and a king in jeans
Never been the loud one, but the room lean in
Got the kind of respect that the loud boys envy
Every handshake firm, every joke hits clean
Uncle to the world, but the home still plenty
[Pre-Chorus]
And when the bass line bends
He don't need to prove
One nod from the crew
And the whole floor moves
[Chorus]
Mayor of titty city
Mayor of titty city
Bow when he pass, baby
Bow when he pass
Mayor of titty city
Mayor of titty city
Family on lock
And the crown on last
[Bridge]
Hannah got his timing
Emily got his spark
Matthew got the hustle
Essie got the heart
Sara keeps the table
Warm through every storm
He may run the city
But the love runs the home
[Final Chorus]
Mayor of titty city
Mayor of titty city
Bow when he pass, baby
Bow when he pass
Mayor of titty city
Mayor of titty city
Unc before the name
And the name still clasps
[Outro]
He was Uncle before Unc existed
Now the whole room with it
Mayor of titty city
Yeah, he really did it
Details
GeneratedMay 26, 2026
Duration3:02
LanguageEnglish
Style
Rap-funk house techno hybrid at a bouncy 124 BPM, with rubbery slap bass, four-on-the-floor kick, clipped rhythm guitars, and neon synth stabs. Verse rides sparse drums and talk-rap swagger; pre-chorus lifts with filtered claps and crowd chants; chorus drops into a sweaty disco-house hook with gang vocals. Dry close-mic lead, doubled punch-ins, ad-lib pings on the edges. Tape stop, reverse crash, and a filtered riser into each drop. Bright, punchy, and club-tight with a grin., rap, techno, sleep, funk
Credits
Prompt byvtwincrna
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Rap, funk, house, techno. He was Uncle before Unc existed. Puts people to sleep for a living. His wife Sara and kids Hannah, Emily Matthew, Essie. But his proudest title is “Mayor of titty city”
