Songtext Once upon a time The Diplomats

Once upon a time

Heatmakers
Crack music
Dipset
It's more than just music
You know the rest
Jones, nigga

Try to blackball me
So i ask him where the hoop at (Ballin')
In the SOHO in LA asking the valet
Where the coupe at?
(What up with that?)
80 for the jet that meet with Jay and then I flew back (facts)
The ace of spade
They put up on my tab a extra two stacks
Signing my dealer
Asks if I would sign for a mil (for what?)
I ask him, Why would I do that
When I already signed for a mil (you hear me?)
I'm a contract killer bitch
I had to sign up to kill (B-b-boom!)
Put you on the boom list
The homies will line you for real (FACTS!)
But I'm trynna just chill
Cause my mind is too ill (Oh)
Don't provoke 'em too much
Cause we commit crimes for the thrill (Grrr)
I'm a fucking bandit
You under-fucking-stand it? (You hear me)
I run with G's nigga
Fuck who the fuck you ran with
Fuck em
New York City
Home of the pretty women (Harlem what's up?)
Where you gotta get the dough
Before you get the women (Get your money up)
Middle of the winter
I'm buying shit to swim in (facts nigga)
Nigga, you just buying them cars
That my niggas been in

So there was once upon a time
When them niggas tried to kill us
Started getting money
So them bitches start to feel us (Hey baby)
DA told our judge
They a bunch of drug dealers (Fuck 'em)
Throwing up gang signs
Like they on them four wheelers
So there was once upon a time
When them niggas tried to kill us
Started getting money
So them bitches start to feel us (Hey baby)
DA told our judge
They a bunch of drug dealers (Fuck 'em)
Throwing up gang signs
Like they on them four wheelers

I got acres in the boonies, I remember it was gloomy
And I only had five on it, something like the Luniz
Now the Maybach is roomy, spent a 100
K in Bloomies
But I got my own clothes, 3 million I made in Zumiez, baby
Legend, I maneuver cars
Who wants smoke, I have it looking like a hookah bar
Superstar, car ceiling looking like Mars, Venus, Jupiter
Pull strings like Garth Brooks on a new guitar
We the shit, we the shit, some foul manure
Long live the Set, glory glory hallelujah
Welcome back to the hallway loiterers
I made mills off the white girl, I exploited her
No disrespecting the ladies, word from my team (why)
That's the reason Dame smacked Harvey Weinstein (pervert)
On the set of Paid In Full, y'all gave him hell about it
Some foul shit happened once, Capo, tell 'em about it

So there was once upon a time
When them niggas tried to kill us
Started getting money
So them bitches start to feel us (Hey baby)
DA told our judge
They a bunch of drug dealers (Fuck 'em)
Throwing up gang signs
Like they on them four wheelers
So there was once upon a time
When them niggas tried to kill us
Started getting money
So them bitches start to feel us (Hey baby)
DA told our judge
They a bunch of drug dealers (Fuck 'em)
Throwing up gang signs
Like they on them four wheelers

Eastside