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sob x rbe - once upon a time lyrics

bear on the beat

[verse 1: yhung t.o.]
once upon a time, i was broke, but i’m rich now
used to travel wit’ my legs, i got whips now
chain cost a dub, i’m a l!ck now
but it cost to get to me, i’m a trick now
ain’t no d-ck 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 b-tch get cut, i’m a band-aid
let me beat it up, like it’s rodney king
and if i don’t f-ck wit’ blue, then it’s probably jeans
and if i only hit it once, then you probably fiend
you be dreamin’ ‘bout that sh-t, 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 n-ggas’ throat”, what my momma said
n-gga you don’t want smoke, like the doctor said
if i gotta make a choice, i won’t pick it
if that sh-t ain’t fire, i won’t hit it
if you talkin’ out your mouth, i won’t listen
but if it’s ’bout the bag, i’ma give you all attention
i hope you a swimmer, when you swimmin’ wit’ the fishes
i know you a giver, how you spend it on them b-tches
i just want the facts, you be givin’ yo’ opinions
let the blind lead the blind, ‘cause you do not got a vision
two routes for a n-gga, 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 smilin’ while i’m shootin’, but i’m not jokin’
and my mind on the meal, how i’m not focused?
and this glock ain’t concealed, ‘cause the glock pokin’
and my loaf too big, i can not fold it
and if the bab’ too good, i can not hold it
like a light skinned, thick b-tch, wit’ her hair tied
n-gga this ain’t twitter in them streets, you ain’t verified
n-gga we be slidin’ when it’s beef, ain’t no scary guy
n-gga wit’ this glock i’m a creep, and i’m a married guy
i ain’t playin’ wit’ no n-gga, this ain’t playstation
n-gga, god don’t like ugly, now your face taken
me and monty in the porsche truck, drag racin’
and if you ever see me runnin’, i was bag chasin’

[verse 2: daboii]
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 b-tch leave the house if you care for her
and i won’t do a verse, if you don’t pay to work
f-ck talkin’ crazy, n-gga show me that you active
b-tch in real life, on them songs he a savage
glock always stay in my drawls, it’s a ratchet
when i tell a b-tch she gotta cut, she the saddest
n-gga you ain’t on my head, you just talkin’ head
sneak dissin’ -ss n-gga, you the walkin’ dead
any b-tch want this d-ck, then she gotta beg
if you ain’t runnin’ up a bag, n-gga bite lead
if the b-tch want rounds, i’m the bed breaker
when the rounds over wit’, she a leg shaker
only gunnin’ for your top, i’m a leg saver
before you meet the life maker, meet the dead maker
if some n-ggas 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 ‘em play wit’ heat
you the type of n-gga pull a skit wit’ your clip full
leave the skit, come back wit’ your clip full
n-gga 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 goin’ on in my mind? try and read this
b-tch you guessed it, i’m a demon and i keep clips
b-tch! and i use ‘em 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
b-tch!

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