Winter

Lyrics

[Intro] We up now, Tune home Congratulations too, yeah [Chorus] A nigga up like a Good Year blimp, can't call me broke Keep a gas mask for niggas that want that smoke, ah Shorty don't do drugs but told me that my dick was dope Bobbin' and weavin' if they sneezin' this Corona ain't not joke [Verse 1: Deniro Farrar] Upper respiratory problems got me prayin' for my Granny 'Cause she got Bronchitis and I don't want to panic but God damn it They threw us in the ocean wearin' handcuffs Sinkin' to the bottom, scooba divin' for some answers Sergeant Capricorn, Britain Pisces and Cater Cancer I'm that Gemini daddy that's tryin' to find a balance Life never been easy, shit, growin' up was a challenge EBT, Bologna meat with crushеd Doritos on my sandwich In love with her but she don't want nothin' to do with mе 'Cause all the shit I did for the attention brung out a fool in me Battlin' PTSD, I always kept a tool on me Got robbed by that nigga Silk, shit, I thought he was cool with me Shante was the driver, I done knew there were some trainin' wheels My brother wanted 'em dead, I had to beg him to let 'em live I was done with the trap and Karma is a bitch Looked how it panned out cause (?) home, now we rich, yeah... You know a nigga prayed for this shit, real talk You gotta stay focused and reup now, yeah [Chorus] A nigga up like a Good Year blimp, can't call me broke Keep a gas mask for niggas that want that smoke, ah Shorty don't do drugs but told me that my dick was dope Bobbin' and weavin' if they sneezin' this Corona ain't not joke. [x2] [Verse 2: Southside Gausxt] I would say I took some losses but it really was lessons I was analyzing it wrong until I changed my direction I had to stop lookin' for answers, some shit just ain't clear I got robbed by a nigga I knew for fifteen years Bounce back from it, ain't gon' lie it fuck with me still I put Shanelle through some shit and she stuck with me still I'm here, fightin' for respect but I ain't makin' no noise These Crackers standin' on my neck like I'm Third Ward Floyd Black bodies they collect, hold them up like awards It ain't a loss that I accept, I guess we goin' to war, forsure It's so much drama in the hood and it's way too common I'm still repairin' the relationship that I need with my Momma Risk it all to prosper, gotta step out on a limb Some niggas burned bridges with me, I hope they can swim You know the type to fuck up a pack, say they need more Takin' food outta my kids mouths to feed yours That's flaw though I'm really from the trenches, I can't talk 'bout what I saw though Get your funds up then your guns up, that's law though The times we livin' in got me inspired I took this chance to clear my mind, now my hustle ignited I left game in my verses, check your audio diet Got the touch like I'm Midas minus greedy desires Too many niggas from my hood let that money devide 'em I'm up, just like your pilot Ain't no plan until you write it, nigga... What's happenin'? oh, yeah [Chorus] A nigga up like a Good Year blimp, can't call me broke Keep a gas mask for niggas that want that smoke, ah Shorty don't do drugs but told me that my dick was dope Bobbin' and weavin' if they sneezin' this Corona ain't not joke, uh [Verse 3: Lute] Let's keep it (?), just keep it real I ain't tryna fight, I'm tryna heal I just bought a house up on hill Paid that shit in tears, keep it transparent 'cause some niggas live in fear My daughter doll house 'bout the size of these niggas crib Niggas had the nerve to tell me get it how I live so I did Drinkin' water 'cause rap deals on Co with Medicaid God forbid somethin' occured, gots my priorties fucked up 'Cause my gold grills insured, hope you flourish Hold onto a dollar like you Buckwheat Gotta put some gold on yo' buck teeth Heated bucket seats 'cause shit get cold on the West Side Gotta be discrete 'cause niggas ride with they chest high I got the heat but this ain't Popeyes Niggas aim like they cockeyed I hold it down like a (?) Niggas play it out like (?) Boy you cap, now you Cap God Don't get slapped tryna act hard Tryna prove that you got heart She gon' say, "that's cool but you stupid." Pick yo' battles, now you got an ass that's worth losin' Big ugly, Mick Foley Don't console me, let me grieve in peace, rest in peace the old me... Shit, let me grieve in peace, rest in peace the old me I don't know how many bars that is