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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fabolous
Vocals
Jabba
Vocals
Velous
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrell Roberts
Songwriter
LEE ERWIN
Songwriter
Ted Creech
Songwriter
Anderson Hernandez
Composer
John David Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vinylz
Producer
Mike Pitts
Recording Engineer
Steve Dickey
Recording Engineer
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Mixing Engineer
DJ RELLYRELL
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Blunts full of smoke, clips in the ashtray
Reminiscing on our past days
Back before a **** went cold
Back before a **** sold his soul
[Verse 2]
The grass is greener on the other side
The cash is way green over here where I reside
Soon as the summer come around, I'm gon' make sure you see me
Said, I'ma make sure you see me
But for now
[Verse 3]
Shouldn't you be gone, gone for the winter?
Gone for the winter
Shouldn't you be gone, gone for the winter?
Gone for the winter
[Verse 4]
Ain't that what the birds do?
The summer's ours and the winter too
They told me love don't cost a thing
Bitch, I'm heading to the bank
That's just what it feels like
[Verse 5]
Hit the sink, sipping lean, give a fuck 'bout what you think
The summer's ours and the winter too
They told me love don't cost a thing
Bitch, I'm heading to the bank
That's just what it feels like
[Verse 6]
Hit the sink, sipping lean, give a fuck 'bout what you think
[Verse 7]
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 **** fumbled
As soon as you make it out, you get asked to be humble, huh
[Verse 8]
Head high, middle finger higher
My youngin don't rap, but that little **** fire
Like Ray Allen in Game 6 when James missed
Then Bosh tapped it to him
You know what had happened to 'em, swish
[Verse 9]
It's all about a swish
Know a **** 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
[Verse 10]
'Cause eagles don't fly with pigeons, they way higher
All wings flap but you gotta stay flyer
**** broke as a joke, sitting laughing together
I started cheesing after I turned my craft into cheddar
[Verse 11]
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 knots?
Love for a hater, only thing I haven't got
[Verse 12]
Shouldn't you be gone, gone for the winter?
Gone for the winter
Shouldn't you be gone, gone for the winter?
Gone for the winter
[Verse 13]
Ain't that what the birds do?
The summer's ours and the winter too
They told me love don't cost a thing
Bitch, I'm heading to the bank
That's just what it feels like
[Verse 14]
Hit the sink, sipping lean, give a fuck 'bout what you think
The summer's ours and the winter too
They told me love don't cost a thing
Bitch, I'm heading to the bank
That's just what it feels like
[Verse 15]
Hit the sink, sipping lean, give a fuck 'bout what you think
[Verse 16]
Look, 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
[Verse 17]
Kings don't speak English, we speak Kinglish
I scoop a chick from Queensbridge
She coming back a queen bitch
Think Big and Kim, now bigger than them
Everybody wanna shine, gotta give these **** a gym
[Verse 18]
Never stressed of lil' things like a hater
That's something that comes when you eating, like a waiter
Live from the seven-one-eight
It's the kid that always get the shoes early, I never run late
[Verse 19]
You see, I big up the flows, every word is capital
I killed all them hoes, I'm the murder capitol
I'm the name they bring up that they think their bird is flapping to
You the name that usually come behind, word what happened to
[Verse 20]
Ha, y'all old washed ****
Was the man, now you're all no washed ****
That's why I'm on one like old George Wash ****
If it's one, they gotta chase it like John Walsh ****, I'm gone
[Verse 21]
If you worried that you not getting somebody's help, pull up
Them say, ooh, God bless no man ever curse
They say love yourself or you can't love nobody at all
If you ain't a hater, put your hands in the air right now
Bon-bon, man
[Verse 22]
Blunts full of smoke, clips in the ashtray
Reminiscing on our past days
For a **** who went cold
Back before a **** sold his soul
[Verse 23]
The grass is way greener on the other side
The cash is way greener over here where I reside
Soon as the summer come around, I'ma make sure you see me
I'ma make sure you see me
I'ma make sure you see me
Shouldn't you be gone?
[Verse 24]
Represent, represent
Came through in '98 and I've been repping since
These cats ain't real, just found out they leopard print
'Cause they always talk shit then ask you for peppermints
[Verse 25]
Well, I can smell a hate on your breath
And I'm all out of Tic-Tacs, all I got is click-clack
Put it to your mouth just like Cudi did to Anthony
I tried to be a friend, motherfucker, you under-handed me
[Verse 26]
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 **** and they forget your philanthropy
[Verse 27]
You don't have a penny till your name Anfernee
Don't ever bite the hand that feed you
Then stick out your hand for me
We don't base, we throw **** in the trunk for real
Chase you out the hood, make you live with Uncle Phil
[Verse 28]
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
Especially when I just seen Hov buy Ace
[Verse 29]
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
[Verse 30]
I do 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
[Verse 31]
I funeral shit, y'all should've brung more Kleenex
Even my junior balling, yeah, my son so phoenix
Threw stones in the cross, call me Young O Jesus
Foreign car work, hope you brung your visas, ****
[Verse 32]
I tossed pies, flung those pizzas
My lady a work of art, call her a young Mo Lisa
Written by: Anderson Hernandez, John Jackson, LEE ERWIN, Ted Creech, Terrell Roberts