Gone for the Winter

By Fabolous

On The Young OG Project

Released on December 25, 2014

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[Produced by DJ Relly Rell, Jahaan Sweet & Vinylz]


[Refrain: Velous]

Blunts full of smoke, clips in the ashtray

Reminiscing on our past days

Back before a nigga went cold

Back before a nigga sold his soul

The grass appears greener on the other side

Cash is way greener over here where I reside

Soon as the summer come around I'ma make sure you see me

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Said I'ma make sure you see me (Ooh, ooh)

Ayy, but for now

[Chorus: Velous, Fabolous]

Shouldn't you be gone?

Gone for the winter

Gone for the winter

Shouldn't you be gone? (Gone)

Gone for the winter (For the winter, yeah)

Gone for the winter (Ooh, ooh, oh, yeah)

A-a-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 headin' to the bank

(That-that-that's just what it feels like)

Hit the scene sippin' 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 headin' to the bank

(That-that-that's just what it feels like)

(Uh) Hit the scene sippin' lean, give a fuck 'bout what you...


[Verse 1: Fabolous]

Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle (yeah)

My ears to the streets, I hear your ass when you mumble (yeah)

They say you can't do it 'cause the last nigga fumble

As soon as you make it out, you get asked to be humble, huh?

Head high, middle finger higher

My youngin' don't rap but that little nigga fire

Like Ray Allen in game 6, when James missed

Then Bosh tapped it to him

You know what had happened to 'em, swish

It's all about a swish

Know a nigga 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'll tell a lot about a bitch (mm)

'Cause eagles don't fly with pigeons, they way higher

All wings flap but you gotta stay flyer (woo!)

Niggas broke as a joke, sittin' laughin' together

I started cheesin' after I turned my craft into cheddar (yeah)

I ran from the worst, chasin' after the better

Life is a bitch, I knew right after I met her

So what you have-nots know about havin' knots?

Love for a hater only thing I haven't got, yeah

[Chorus: Velous, Fabolous]

Shouldn't you be gone?

Gone for the winter

Gone for the winter

Shouldn't you be gone? (Gone)

Gone for the winter (For the winter, yeah)

Gone for the winter (Ooh, ooh, oh, yeah)

A-a-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 headin' to the bank

(That-that-that's just what it feels like)

Hit the scene sippin' 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 headin' to the bank (Yeah)

(That-that-that's just what it feels like)

(Uh) Hit the scene sippin' lean, give a fuck 'bout what you...


[Verse 2: Fabolous]

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 askin' for a seat, you gotta come for thrones

Kings don't speak English we speak Kinglish

I scoop a chick from Queensbridge, she comin' back a Queen bitch

Think BIG and Kim, now think bigger than them

Everybody wanna shine, gotta give these niggas a gem

Never stressed of lil' things, like a hater

That's something that comes when you eatin', like a waiter

Live from the 718

It's the kid that always get the shoes early, I never run late

You see I big up the flows, every word is capital

I killed all them hoes, I'm the murder capital

I'm the name they bring up that they think their bird is flappin' to

(Huh?) You the name that usually comes behind, "word, what happened to"

Hah, y'all old washed niggas

Was the man now your all no washed, nigga

That's why I'm on one like old George Wash, nigga

If it’s wanted gotta chase it like John Walsh, nigga

I'm gone


[Interlude]

If you wan' hear that tune again somebody say PULL UP (PULL... UP!!)

Them say who God bless no man never curse

Them 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

BUN BAD MIND!!!


[Refrain: Fabolous]

Blunts full of smoke, clips in the ashtray

Reminiscin' on the past days

'fore a nigga went cold

Back before a nigga sold his soul

The grass is way greener on the other side

Ay, the cash is way cleaner over here where I reside

Ay, 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 g-g-g-gone?


[Verse 3: Fabolous]

Represent, represent

Came through in '98, and I've been reppin' since

These cats ain't real, just found out they leopard print

'Cause they always talk shit then ask you for peppermints

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 Cutti did to Anthony

I tried to be a friend motherfucker, you under handed me

Lucky this is personal and God got a plan for me

'Cause I handle my business, never let my business handle me

Sayin' your name could do more for you than it can for me

You give niggas and they forget your philanthropy

You ain't have a penny to your name Anfernee

Don't ever bite the hand that feed you and then stick out your hand for me

We don't bass, we throw niggas in the trunk for real

Chase you out the hood, make you live with uncle Phil

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

'Specially when I just seen Hov' buy Ace

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

I'll 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

I funeral shit, y'all shoulda brung more Kleenex

Even my junior ballin', yeah my sun so phoenix

Threw stones in the cross, call my young o Jesus

Foreign car work, hope you brung your visas, nigga

I tossed pies, flung those pizzas

My lady a work of art, call her a young Mo' Lisa