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This song is by clipping. and appears on the album CLPPNG (2014).

Okay, watch them birds fly south for the winter (Winter), re-up (Re-up)
Sofa cushion money for the dinner, crank that heat up
'Cause the winter's getting colder, the globe is getting warmer
The block is getting hotter, young'uns sippin molly water
Holla, "Hallelujuh," a little dab'll do ya
Then gather dapper in the best a hoody fresh and full of full is fully
Blocking pistol, cocky gangsta, walking white teeth, rockin' goatee
Option mouthpiece, talking white girl, hockey got the twos, who need a fix? You, you?
This shit gon' roll or root ya, you got two choices be the body or the shooter
Both embody a maneuver, true, true, has the ghetto mature?
What they said was manure, now call it ghetto couture
So it's best to make sure ya' hood is ghetto de jure
Instagramming the guns, YouTube the roach on the floor
Fuck it, who ready to die for it? The fame that you know is golden
Your face on a T-shirt mean you won and the game is over

Once upon a time
Once upon a time there was a middle of a story but fuck it, they need some ends
Shoot up in the air, see where it come down
See where it come down, don't look now

Once upon a time
Once upon a time there was somebody in this story but fuck it, they need some ends
Shoot it in the vein, see if you come down
See if you come down, don't look now

Calluses from counting money
Get a machine, they callus anyway
Skin is a dream, skin of the teeth
Skinning the beast is easy, you sleeping on peoples skin if you really a G
Murder for sport, watch the murder report
On the TV with a scorecard and a forty of course
Fantasy killer killing the time till another reason to kill up another dream come around in this rodeo show
She ride like only a hoe could and these haters around you talking that Bell Biv Devoe
But if that pussy is poison then the whole block will be dead
It end 'cause fucking is too personal, you just getting some head is nobody get in close, tongues, reach it the most
They say the sticks and the stones, shit, they forgetting the toast
Bullets hurt worser than all that if they tracing 'em all back
To the same ones that say you keeping you safe and it's all bad

Once upon a time
Once upon a time there was a middle of a story but fuck it, they need some ends
Shoot up in the air, see where it come down
See where it come down, don't look now

Once upon a time
Once upon a time there was somebody in this story but fuck it, they need some ends
Shoot it in the vein, see if you come down
See if you come down, don't look now

Eyes closed, hands up
Don't look and don't say nothing
Yeah you getting got but they don't know that you ain't got nothing
Broke robbing the broke and there's broken pieces of sanity on the floor, scattered for sure
Jigsaw in the brain, rorschach is for psychos
Ain't nobody crazy in here, this where logic is vital
The vitamin of environment is providing desire for vicodin and fueling fire for violence, calling it whiling
While they while away another, the wild claim in profiles and files on all these hustlers
And they can't catch what never was and everyone here been a ghost since day one
Say something bitch, say something
Everyone's at a loss for words
They wonder why the raps are full of floss and boss and murderers
'Cause killing shit is less painful than feeling shit and the dead can't be defendants
Why live old without a pension?

Once upon a time
Once upon a time there was a middle of a story but fuck it, they need some ends
Shoot up in the air, see where it come down
See where it come down, don't look now

Once upon a time
Once upon a time there was somebody in this story but fuck it, they need some ends
Shoot it in the vein, see if you come down
See if you come down, don't look now

Once upon a time
Once upon a time there was a moral to a story but fuck it, they need some ends
Scream it in the wind, see who come around
See who come around, don't look now

Once upon a time
Once upon a time there was an ending to this story but fuck it