Gone For the Winter (feat. Velous)

Blunts full of smoke, clips in the ashtray Reminiscing on our past days Back before a nigga went cold Back before a nigga sold his soul The grass is way greener, on the other side Cash is way greener, over here where I reside Soon as the summer come around I'm gon' make sure you see me Said I'm a make sure you see me But for now Shouldn't you be Gone Gone for the winter Gone for the winter Ain't that what the words do (The summers ours and the winter too) They told me love don'y cost a thing Bitch I'm heading to the bank (That's that's that's just what it feels like) Hit the scene sippin' lean, Give a fuck 'bout what you Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle My ears to the streets, I hear your ass when you mumble They say you can't do it cause the last nigga fumble As soon as you make it out, you get asked to be humble, waah Head high, middle finger higher My youngin' don't rap but that little nigga fire Like Ray Allen in game 6, when James missed Them bars had tapped into 'em You know what had happened to 'em, swish It's all about a swish Know a nigga who would, you ain't even gotta wish It's more in the sea and I done had a lot of fish How she act when you ain't up will tell a lot about a bitch Cause eagles don't fly with pigeons, their way higher All wings flab but you gotta stay higher Niggas broke as a joke, sitting laughin' together I started cheesin' after I turned my craft into chedder I ran from the worst, chasing after the better Life is a bitch, I knew right after I met her So what you have-nots know about having not? Love for a hter only thing I haven't got You know I get around baby, that's just how the life be I like a couple towns but you know my city wifey And I ain't spent a month at home, still be in my comfort zone Fuck asking for a seat, you gotta come for thrones Kings don't speak English we speak Kinglish I scoop a bitch from Queensbridge, she coming back a Queen bitch Think big and Kim, not think bigger than them Everybody wanna shine, gotta give these niggas a gym Never stressed of lil' things, like a hater That's something that comes when you eatin', like a waiter Live from the 718 It's the kid that always get the shoes early, I never run late You see I big up the flows, everyword is capital I killed all them hoes, I'm the murder capital I'm the name they bring up that they think their bird is flappin' to You the name that usually comes behind, "word what happened to" Hah, y'all old washed niggas Was the man now your all no washed nigga That's why I'm on one like old Goerge Wash nigga If t's one they gotta chse it like John Walsh nigga I'm gone If you [?] that you not getting somebody's [?] Them say ooh God bless no man never curse Them say love yourself or you can't love no one at all If you ain't a hater, put your hands in the air right now Represent, represent Came through in '98, and I've been reppin' since These cats ain't real, just found out they leapard print Cause they always talk shit then ask you for peppermints Well, I can smell a hate on your breath And I'm all out of tic tacs All I got is clic clac Put it to your mouth just like Cutti did to Anthony I tried to a friend mother fucker, you under handed me Lucky this is personal and God got a plan for me Cause I handle my business, never let my business handle me Saying your name could do more for you than it can for me You give niggas and they forget your philanthropy You don't have a penny till your name anfernee Don't ever bite the hand that feed you and then stick out your hand for me We don't base, we throw niggas in the truck for real Chase you out the hood, make you live with uncle Phil Champagne every night, I done drunk a mil Yeah, now that's money wasted But now it's kinda hard for me to buy Ace 'Specially when I just seen Hov buy Ace Moves, time to make moves No more jab steps, those is fake moves Gotta make it happen, no time for what may work My plan B's another way to make my plan A work I dot the job myself and I'm still boss You was in a win-win and you still lost From young OG to young o genius This is vintage shit, I don't think you young hoes seen this I funeral shit, y'all shoulda brung more Kleenex Even my junior ballin, yeah my sun so phoenix Threw stones in the cross, call my young o Jesus Foreign car work, hope you brung your visas, nigga I tossed pies, flung those pizzas My lady a art, call her a young Mo Lisa