Once Upon a Time SOB X RBE

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 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 wit' blue, then it’s probably jeans
And if I only hit it once, then you probably fiend
You be dreamin’ ‘bout 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 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 bitches
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 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 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 bitch, wit' her hair tied
Nigga this ain’t twitter in them streets, you ain’t verified
Nigga we be slidin’ when it’s beef, ain’t no scary guy
Nigga wit' this Glock I’m a creep, and I’m a married guy
I ain’t playin’ wit' no nigga, this ain’t Playstation
Nigga, 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’