You was strapped, saw the kid who shot me and ain’t do shit
If that was me on the othеr hand
Woulda shot him and the n*gga he was with, I’m just keeping it a hunnid, fam
So miss me with all the phony shit
Woulda did a bid for you, thinkin’ we was on somе real homie shit
That woulda been time away from my kids, n*gga
Woulda been sick thinkin’ bout all the sucka shit you did, n*gga
But it is what it is, n*gga”
Uncle Murda – Bro Shit
(From Don’t Come Outside, Vol. 3 mixtape; 2021)
Me & Uncle Murda go back like Lil’ Baby & Young Thug songs not named Pacifier, but my old chum ain’t made shit dope since Cam’Ron Voice. Fortunately, friendship is a song topic which has brought the best out of everyone from Whodini to Dag Nasty and here it proves to be the ideal framework for Murda’s foulness to flourish into a Bro Betrayal Ballad™. Listen closer tho because in every slice of Uncle Murda’s ig’nance there’s always a kernel of truth.
Last week it was Nino Man, this week it’s Uncle Murda. Check back next week to see if I’ve found a Dave East song I like (probably not unless he miraculously drops some undeniable shit.)
