Winters are warm, summers are cold
b#tch I’m a Don, ain’t sell my soul
I never did, what I’ve been told
You gotta dig, if you wanna know
I’m on my grind, ragin’ on show
I take my time, ain’t take it slow
Throwin‘ them dimes, feel like I’m Zo
Don’t be so blind, you got the-
Mo’ money less problems, chain heavy on my neck
No money that’s problem, game heavy on my back
Scorin’ off the contact, b#tch you know it’s Jack
Smoke that loud pack, go ahead imma eat you like a snack
1v1 me b#tch, tell ’em rest in peace to Kobe
Gang can’t be snitched, make yo baby momma owe me
Easy ditched the woahs, with the flows, did it lowkey
I just flipped the switch, now get rich, like Ginobili
Back to back yeah I ran the lap
Yeah I stacked the bag
And that’s it
Track for track I attacked the rap
Now it’s back to that
Come get lit
Return of the Mack, that’s it
Return to the map, get lit
Return of the Mack, get lit
Return to the map, that’s it
That boy ain’t comin on in a stripe shirt
Tell me how much is your ice worth, damn
Tell me how much is your ice worth
Or you could easily tell those f#ckers who of y’all wanna die first
Cruisin’ through the streets got me feelin’ like Im Pablo
Only thing that’s missin’ is a Murcielago
Get that thing designed by the one: Virgil abloh
Paint that sh#t in head, hear a portrait no Picasso
Yes I am the man and I get the triple double
Imma do what I can but I don’t need any trouble
See what I got at hand and then look just how I juggle
Everything is planned when I’m sittin’ in my bubble
Winters are warm, summers are cold
b#tch I’m a Don, ain’t sell my soul
I never did, what I’ve been told
You gotta dig, if you wanna know
I’m on my grind, ragin’ on show
I take my time, ain’t take it slow
Throwin‘ them dimes, feel like I’m Zo
Don’t be so blind, you got the-
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