Once Upon a Time - T.I.

Once upon a time in the apartments, aye

I damn near had to smoke a J

He knocked on the door, what’s haapnin'

Its Jimmy Jam trying to score a little packet frame?

I said the work that we was cooking wasn’t dry yet

But he could have the residue from the Pyrex

He say, he had some niggas with him worth a hundred plus

But the niggas up the street was servin' touch and bust

I told him «Wait a minute it was all good»

That when I seen a nigga hoppin' out the Fleetwood

With gold teeth talking about he want a whole ki'

Right then I’m thinking: «do this motherfucker know me?»

He was with a nigga who wouldn’t even buy an oz

That’s when I said he’s either robbing or the police

Either way I slammed the door in his face

Started gathering and collecting all the blow in the place

Went and got the dough out of the safe and .44 and a K

Whatever he is trying I ain’t tripping cause we know where he stays

About 150 grand, three birds in a knapsack

Stashed it in my neighbor’s trash then I ran back

I had to keep the tool just in case though

If these niggas make a move you already know

With the Desert Eagle in my waistband

I slung the front door open and hollered «Jimmy Jam!

«What's up with that nigga that you roll with?

In the fake chains and the flea market outfit.»

He said «Now Tip you know I wouldn’t try you.»

I said «Cause if you do he gets killed and you die, too.»

He said «He ain’t like that he used to sell weight

Started smoking he embarrassed now he’s trying to save face»

The conversation was interrupted again

When this country nigga pulled 'bout twenty bands out of his pants

He said «I'm in the right place, this enough, ain’t it?»

I said «Hell yeah, if you trying to donate it

Shit that get you locked up, I don’t sell blow.»

Then he said «I heard you had it?»

I said «Yeah, so?»

I guess that nigga Boogie from a couple doors down saw his money

Run up said «I got it for the low now.»

I’m thinking: «Boogie stupid he don’t even know brah

He just always wants to take a nigga’s customa.»

This one he could have

I said «I guess that’s your man, then.»

I was smoking laughing at his ass

When they ran in

They said Boogie had a quarter mil, over twenty bricks

Shit all I know is I ain’t seen that nigga since

Keep yo' head on the swivel for the nonsense

Everyday is something when you’re trapping in apartments