Ya basically... That's what I'm sayin' tho Like what you gon' do? Bitch starts trippin' what you gon'... what you really gon' do? Ain't shit you can do, man I'm getting ready for winter, ready for New York in December, Ready for that Stormy weather, it only Make the Blues that more better. Fingers swollen African street vendor, Soldier Field Breath frozen. Somebody gon' get injured For that legal tender. Bitch that's six months I don't ever wanna remember, damn right It's over this time ain't no goin' back, Sittin in Pitch black let the cherry glow, 'Red & Gold' On the stereo, he can fuck that hoe TV full of snow, freezing cold waitin' on that Radiator to start knockin', Niggas in they kitchen Waitin' on that white to start rockin', whole city Waitin' on the Giants to start blockin'. You and her At the clinic facing some stark options, alarm clockin' Suspended animation once you clocked in 8 to 6 Dark at 5, beers chase liqs, Niggas is too high On some wax, wait touch the sky Fiasco Must be a black thing, you know I tried When you went to the bing you know I cried Don't be an asshole, cats gotta stop fuckin' up And that's on me to say, in emergency rooms Lookin' for my peoples name. What part of the Game is that then? Jehovah's witness Says the world's coming to an end and Pass me a flyer, I said "thanks, but I'm Ready for winter and you preaching to the choir"