WINTERS

Brooklyn winters was Cookin up
At my brother crib
Never bring them hoes
Round the block...
Where my mother live
Used to run from all the cops...
When we was younger kids
When I give her cock I don't stop...
Till I touch her ribs

Young biggy
Spit them bars
Like a giant...

Ancient wisdom
Like we studying Mayans
You see the pressure I'm applying...

Niggas mad
Cause ya shit
They ain't buying...

Better step Ya hustle up...

Stop that bitching and crying
I got...

Multiple streams of income
Make ya bitch cum
When I step on the court
Niggas little

And 1...

All up in ya face
Like what now?
With the buss down...
I remember she tried to play me
Now I front now

They don't like it
When that energy switch
I stay on my shit...
My focus like a Monk on the sticks
I see all the tricks
These devils try to throw
In the mix...

I'm a real nigga
Stand on all my morals got rich

What

Brooklyn winters was Cookin up
At my brother crib
Never bring them hoes
Round the block...
Where my mother live
Used to run from all the cops...
When we was younger kids
When I give her cock I don't stop...
Till I touch her ribs

Brooklyn winters was Cookin up
At my brother crib
Never bring them hoes
Round the block...
Where my mother live
Used to run from all the cops...
When we was younger kids
When I give her cock I don't stop...
Till I touch her ribs

Rolling up watching me
Some Boondocks
I'm home alone in my thoughts
Then an idea it just sparks
I'm bringing lightness to dark
I always knew from the start
That I could be the one to change
The way that we create art...

Bob Ross visions
Staring out my window pain
Never hoping for some opportunity
Just make the change...
Homeless on the street corners
Looking for a loan, I don't got it
And these bitches in my DM
Tryna find themselves a sponsor
Cult followers stuck in processes
Like dianetics...
Robotic elements
Make you lose yourself
And forget it...
My mission is to make sure
The children is well fed
Like a CEO
I don't stress shit I make bread...

And that's the difference
Between you and I

I calculate with time...

I'm staying patience
Till I see it's prime

Digging deeper see what you could find

I need my peace of mind

Cause I know niggas
Tryna steal my shine

Brooklyn winters was Cookin up
At my brother crib
Never bring them hoes
Round the block...
Where my mother live
Used to run from all the cops...
When we was younger kids
When I give her cock I don't stop...
Till I touch her ribs

Brooklyn winters was Cookin up
At my brother crib
Never bring them hoes
Round the block...
Where my mother live
Used to run from all the cops...
When we was younger kids
When I give her cock I don't stop...
Till I touch her ribs



Credits
Writer(s): Bigal Harrison
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