(Great John on the beat, by the way)
My niggas make it hot up in the wintertime,
Yeah, I pray to God but I'm a sinner,
Yeah, I pray to God but I'm a sinner,
They like, "How you take them losses
and keep pushin' forward?"
I keep a chin up like a boy in front me,
Like, "How you deal with all them haters
say they gunnin' for you?"
Lil' bro gon' wet you for the team,
This ain't no pencil when it's
Take twenty- one if you wan'
play, but this ain't Blackjack
I put that silence in your city,
Heard shit got lit, ain't
Guess he can't match that
I smash the gas up on you niggas,
Heard traffic slow up on they
block, now that's a speed bump
They look up to me like I'm taller,
Might have a daughter or some sons,
To all the pussies who done faked on me
Like I ain't raised my hand,
bet you never hear from me
My feelings numb, could carry onions,
never need no one to cheer for me
(Huh, wasn't there for me)

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Get nowLook, my niggas make it hot up
My niggas make it hot up in the wintertime,
Yeah, I pray to God but I'm a sinner,
Yeah, I pray to God but I'm a sinner,
They like, "How you take them losses
and keep pushin' forward?"
Wintertime, they like, "How you take them losses
and keep pushin' forward?"
Pushin' forward, pushin' forward,