Once Upon a Time

Bear on the beat

Once upon a time

I was broke but I’m rich now

Used to travel with my legs

I got whips now

Chain cost a dub

I’m a lick now

But it cost to get to me

I’m a trick now

Ain’t no dick for the free

I ain’t a mixtape

Four-five got kick it’s a sensei

If I gotta take a chance

I’ma risk take

And if the bitch get cut

I’m a band-aid

Let me beat it up like it’s Rodney King

And if I don’t fuck with blue, then it’s probably jeans

And if I only hit it once then you probably fiend

You be dreaming about that shit like you Dr. King

I’ll let this Glock spit like the llama said

T.O. it’s only three of me, that’s what them commas said

Stay on these niggas throat what my momma said

Nigga you don’t want smoke like the doctor said

If I gotta make a choice

I won’t pick it

If that shit ain’t fire

I won’t hit it

If you talking out your mouth

I won’t listen

But if it’s about the bag I’ma give you all attention

I hope you a swimmer when you swimming with the fishes

I know you a giver, how you spend it on them bitches

I just want the facts, you be giving your opinions

Let the blind lead the blind, cause you do not got a vision

Two routes for a nigga, either dead or in prison

Unless you make your own, ain’t no way up out them trenches

Gotta keep your mouth closed

Keep your eyes open

I be smiling while I’m shooting but I’m not joking

And my mind on the meal, how I’m not focused

And this Glock ain’t concealed, cause the Glock poking

And my loaf too big, I can not fold it

And if the back too good, I can not hold it

Like a light skinned, thick bitch, wit her hair tied

Nigga this ain’t twitter in them streets, you ain’t verified

Nigga we be sliding when it’s beef, ain’t no scary guy

Nigga with this Glock I’m a creep, and I’m a married guy

I ain’t playing with no nigga, this ain’t Playstation

Nigga, God don’t like ugly, now your face taken

Me and Monty in the Porsche truck, drag racing

And if you ever see me running, I was bag chasing

Once upon a time

I was broke but the tables turned

Now if it ain’t about a check then it’s barely heard

Don’t let your bitch leave the house if you care for her

And I won’t do a verse, if you don’t pay to work

Fuck talking crazy, nigga show me that you active

Bitch in real life, on them songs he a savage

Glock always stay in my drawls, it’s a ratchet

When I tell a bitch she gotta cut, she the saddest

Nigga you ain’t on my head, you just talking head

Sneak dissing ass nigga, you the walking dead

Any bitch want this dick, then she got to beg

If you ain’t running up a bag, nigga bite lead

If the bitch want rounds, I’m the bed breaker

When the rounds over with, she a leg shaker

Only gunning for your top, I’m a leg saver

Before you meet the life maker, meet the dead maker

If some niggas talk crazy, I can’t wait to see

Glock like a big booty, I can’t wait to squeeze

Used to try to play sports, now we play for keys

Gang full of hot heads, let them play with heat

You the type of nigga pull a skit with your clip full

Leave the skit, come back with your clip full

Nigga when we slide, we don’t miss, bullets hit fools

Switch on the Glock and the kick on jujitsu

Send a shot over here, better not miss

Cause if you do and we slide, you gon’ be missed

What’s going on in my mind

Try and read this

Bitch you guessed it,I’m a demon and I keep clips

Bitch

And I use them all

Already lost my mind, I’ll lose it all

Only smile when I think what I’ma do to y’all

Put my team on my back,I can’t lose the ball

Bitch