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Once Upon A Time - text

Once upon a time not long ago/
In the south Bronx borough where they hustle for dough/
There was a little nigga just trying to flow/
And anybody who would listen he was dieing to show/

Everybody could see he had a knack for the music/
Get on stage and when he rap they lose it/
Ready for the big time lights and fame/
But little did he know rap game's kind of strange/

Hello, Good morning class got the lesson in session/
Better pay attention now later niggas testing/
There once was a boy who was oh so ill/
That when he touch a mic the whole world stood still/
He was in the hood like everyday/
980 Trinity is where he would stay/
Smoke weed, fucking bitches, just having some fun/
So ready to battle anybody that would come/
His brother said don't be a big dummy/
If you make a couple songs you could make a little money/
Life around here get you nowhere quick/
You either wind up in a cell or with some dirt on your dick/
By this time his cousin was shot in the head/
His brother fighting a case for feeding niggas lead/
Went home got dressed and decided to go/
Said I'ma make it with flow started raking in dough/

Once upon a time not long ago/
In the south Bronx borough where they hustle for dough/
There was a little nigga just trying to flow/
And anybody who would listen he was dieing to show/

Everybody could see he had a knack for the music/
Get on stage and when he rap they lose it/
Ready for the big time lights and fame/
But little did he know rap game's kind of strange/

Now he was doing his thing he was taking in Gs/
Competition not a thing he would take 'em with ease/
He moved up in the game rather quick/
Moniker getting thick Nironic was his nick/
Then he met some producers some hot some alright/
One day he met Wich and they musically fit tight/
They made a record then he blew up bigger/
All the pretty bitches wanted to fuck with that nigga/
Party weed Bacardy started fucking with his liver/
But no matter what his state was he would always deliver/
Then somebody told him go and get a gimmick/
You could take it over to the top no limit/
He disagreed cause his heart wasn’t in it/
But with dollars on the table who would start to be timid/
Someone should have told to just do what you do/
Let them be them you better off being you/

Once upon a time not long ago/
In the south Bronx borough where they hustle for dough/
There was a little nigga just trying to flow/
And anybody who would listen he was dieing to show/

Everybody could see he had a knack for the music/
Get on stage and when he rap they lose it/
Ready for the big time lights and fame/
But little did he know rap game's kind of strange/

Then he got on TV and radio daily/
But his words lost power wasn't feelin' him barely/
Identity crises I mean it severely/
He was living the part but not happy or nearly/
You see the moral of the story is to just be you/
Don't get caught up in the life homie just be true/
That's all for today you can put your books away/
Class is dismissed now run along go play/

Once upon a time not long ago/
In the south Bronx borough where they hustle for dough/
There was a little nigga just trying to flow/
And anybody who would listen he was dieing to show/

Everybody could see he had a knack for the music/
Get on stage and when he rap they lose it/
Ready for the big time lights and fame/
But little did he know rap game's kind of strange/

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