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Once Upon a Time
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Once Upon a Time was released on January 24, 2020 by GAWNE LLC as a part of the album Terminal
January 24, 2020
LabelGAWNE LLC
LanguageEnglish
BPM119
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Who you got in action B?
Once upon a time, I was a little kid on my grind
Used to count nickels and dimes
Tryna save up for the studio, I fuck around now
Hit the booth, burn that motherfucking bitch to the ground
We the shit now, hit 'em with the doot doot
Brrt, bust the shotty out, hit 'em with the round
What's the body count? Another man down
Y'all forgot about me? Well hands down, I'm the man now
Yeah, superpowers I attained
Spit like choppers spitting blaze
Me and you are not the same
No, I might pop up in the game
Yelling "Allahu Akbar" with grenades, shit
Killers from the verse, we murdering every tune
What you know about a deuce? It's twenty or one-two
Who then bodied every single little rep at his school
I be shitting on opponents like monkeys I flung poo
My money has now grew, I funded my whole crew
Yeah, all we do is win, so fuck it, I won't lose
The chickens up in the coop are coming home to roost
I'm the winner winner chicken dinner duck duck goose
We got AKG on the beat coming with the straight heat
So I had to chop it up without a tourniquet
Murder is eminent, entering the level of limitless
I spit it quick, so gotta be dropping the hottest time to end it
Been so long, man it's been so long, yeah
Whole life waiting for the call, yeah
Lot of people told me I was never gon' make it
Well you can tell them haters they wrong, yeah
Little boy grew up so tall, woo
Mama little boy from Nepal, woah
Used to pray to God that I make it to the top
Now I pray to God that I don't fall
Pray-pray-pray-pray-pray to God I don't fall
Once upon a time I was living like a dog
At the bottom of the pile where the people did me wrong
My whole life I done spent it waiting for the call
That we popped off, we gon' get the money, fuck a knockoff
Stunting like I'm running from a cop car
Woah, gotta slow, I be heading for heaven like I'm a ghost
I be rapping like my life is depending on what I flow
So I make that money, that dough
I'm telling every one of you suckers you was never gon' blow
See the dough, I would head for the exit and go home
Boo-hoo, no no, rap ain't no joke
At a minimal I'm finna go killing beats like a criminal
At maximum I'm finna be climbing up all the way to the pinnacle
I figured I'd have to fight to pick it
A strident attack and at your life
But I'll strike it back as fast as
Lightning flashes at you in the night
Been so long, man it's been so long, yeah
Whole life waiting for the call, yeah
Lot of people told me I was never gon' make it
Well you can tell them haters they wrong, yeah
Little boy grew up so tall, woo
Mama little boy from Nepal, woah
Used to pray to God that I make it to the top
Now I pray to God that I don't fall
Written by: Gawne
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