Ralph Da Ruler - Once Upon a Time lyrics

"All you ever do around here is eat, sleep, and sh**. Look at this place. Way y'all act, y'all must think I'm the maid." "Is that it? I gotta go." "Hell 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** 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**, let's get it" n***a, 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 Scrapin' 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***as Bumpin' Dirty Sprite in the Civic Just don't give a f** Steady we lookin for cash flow Hope my n***a 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***a Tryna find some dough He was young He was dumb Never gave a sh** And he hung around some n***as Just the same as him They would ride through the city Tryna come up quick Jugin' anyone they can 'Cause that game was slick Momma said he would regret it By the time he's old But when you grow up in the hood This is how sh** goes [Verse 2] Ok I woke up this morning No dishes in the kitchen No pot to piss in And still my Moms remain a Christian As for me, I'm plottin' ways To make my pockets thicker New some n***as 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***a 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***a." [Chorus] Now, once upon a time Not long ago There was a nappy headed n***a Tryna find some dough He was young He was dumb Never gave a sh** And he hung around some n***as Just the same as him They would ride through the city Tryna come up quick Jugin' anyone they can 'Cause that game was slick Momma said he would regret it By the time he's old But when you grow up in the hood This is how sh** goes [Outro] Hahahahaha Yeah n***a, you know me I really just don't give a f** I might pull any mother f**in' thing I might rob me a n***a I might steal from me a n***a sh**, that's just how you gotta get it out here You dig? sh**, I don't give no f**s n***a f** all y'all f** a mother f**in' judge f** a mother f**in' DA f** all y'all f** a prison system f** all y'all b**h a** n***as Yeah, n***a A mother f**in' menace b**h a** n***as I go to war on all this mother f**in' sh** I'll tear up all this mother f**in' sh**... Hahahaha Yeah... Fool