jonah cruzz - once upon a time lyrics
“all you ever do around here is eat, sleep, and sh-t. look at this place. way y’all act, y’all must think i’m the maid.”
“is that it? i gotta go.”
“h-ll naw it ain’t it! it ain’t it till i say…”
[verse 1]
when i was young i was the type to break the rules
f-ck a scholarship, i’m out here trippin’, skippin’ school
hangin’ outside drinkin’ 40s with the crew
young, troubled mind that’s when momma cut me loose
daddy was a fool
homies trynna put me on some game
i said, “sh-t, let’s get it”
n-gga, i ain’t had no shame
besides, i’m sick of watchin’ momma struggle every day
i’m sick of not rememberin’ the last time i ate
scr-pin’ couch change
somethin’ gotta shake
squeezin’ dimes outta pennies
i’ma get it
that’s, even if i flip it or i steal it
grandma say that i’m a menace
ridin’ round the city with my n-ggas
bumpin’ dirty sprite in the civic
just don’t give a f-ck
steady we lookin for cash flow
hope my n-gga don’t open the fire
cause he got that thing in the dashboard
we just be [?] alive
like prison a place that i can’t go
but he don’t know that i be thinkin’
that one day they prolly gon’ kick in my back do’
[chorus]
now, once upon a time
not long ago
there was a nappy headed n-gga
tryna find some dough
he was young
he was dumb
never gave a sh-t
and he hung around some n-ggas
just the same as him
they would ride through the city
tryna come up quick
jugin’ anyone they can
’cause that game was sl!ck
momma said he would regret it
by the time he’s old
but when you grow up in the hood
this is how sh-t goes
[verse 2]
ok
i woke up this morning
no dishes in the kitchen
no pot to p-ss in
and still my moms remain a christian
as for me, i’m plottin’ ways
to make my pockets thicker
new some n-ggas up the block
oh, what a proposition
started havin’ ounces of the gas
bags bunkin’
yeah we pushin’ flowers
like we see the bride comin’
come ‘n get it
got the best in town
you can aks around
hit my plug
watched him as he broke it off the pound
i called my girl told her
get some baggies from the store
the sandwich kind, matter fact
grab about 4
i’ll meet you at the crib
we can smoke a spliff
and watch friday
as we watch these plays come in
my n-gga lookin at me strange
like, “why you gotta do that?”
i say, “why you trippin’?
it ain’t like i’m sellin’ no crack
i knew my consequences
when i jumped in for this sack
and don’t regret it ’cause
i’d rather not be broke. that’s a fact, n-gga.”
[chorus]
now, once upon a time
not long ago
there was a nappy headed n-gga
tryna find some dough
he was young
he was dumb
never gave a sh-t
and he hung around some n-ggas
just the same as him
they would ride through the city
tryna come up quick
jugin’ anyone they can
’cause that game was sl!ck
momma said he would regret it
by the time he’s old
but when you grow up in the hood
this is how sh-t goes
[outro]
hahahahaha
yeah n-gga, you know me
i really just don’t give a f-ck
i might pull any mother f-ckin’ thing
i might rob me a n-gga
i might steal from me a n-gga
sh-t, that’s just how you gotta get it out here
you dig?
sh-t, i don’t give no f-cks n-gga
f-ck all y’all
f-ck a mother f-ckin’ judge
f-ck a mother f-ckin’ da
f-ck all y’all
f-ck a prison system
f-ck all y’all b-tch -ss n-ggas
yeah, n-gga
a mother f-ckin’ menace
b-tch -ss n-ggas
i go to war on all this mother f-ckin’ sh-t
i’ll tear up all this mother f-ckin’ sh-t…
hahahaha
yeah… fool
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