Winter lyrics

[Intro]
We up now, Tune home
Congratulations too, yeah

[Chorus]
A n*gga up like a Good Year blimp, can't call me broke
Keep a gas mask for n*ggas that want that smoke, ah
Shorty don't do drugs but told me that my di*k 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, sh*t, 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 sh*t I did for the attention brung out a fool in me
Battlin' PTSD, I always kept a tool on me
Got robbed by that n*gga Silk, sh*t, 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 b*tch
Looked how it panned out cause (?) home, now we rich, yeah...
You know a n*gga prayed for this sh*t, real talk
You gotta stay focused and reup now, yeah
[Chorus]
A n*gga up like a Good Year blimp, can't call me broke
Keep a gas mask for n*ggas that want that smoke, ah
Shorty don't do drugs but told me that my di*k 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 sh*t just ain't clear
I got robbed by a n*gga I knew for fifteen years
Bounce back from it, ain't gon' lie it f*ck with me still
I put Shanelle through some sh*t 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 n*ggas burned bridges with me, I hope they can swim
You know the type to f*ck 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 n*ggas from my hood let that money devide 'em
I'm up, just like your pilot
Ain't no plan until you write it, n*gga...
What's happenin'? oh, yeah
[Chorus]
A n*gga up like a Good Year blimp, can't call me broke
Keep a gas mask for n*ggas that want that smoke, ah
Shorty don't do drugs but told me that my di*k 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 sh*t in tears, keep it transparent 'cause some n*ggas live in fear
My daughter doll house 'bout the size of these n*ggas crib
n*ggas 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 f*cked 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 sh*t get cold on the West Side
Gotta be discrete 'cause n*ggas ride with they chest high
I got the heat but this ain't Popeyes
n*ggas aim like they c*ckeyed
I hold it down like a (?)
n*ggas 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...
sh*t, let me grieve in peace, rest in peace the old me
I don't know how many bars that is