Gone For The Winter Songtext / Lyric

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