[Intro: Sporting Life]

It's freezing outside, it's wintertime, B

So you gonna need that down goose whether you like it or not

I'm looking at you right now, you looking like Rudolph

You cold

[Refrain: Raymond Mitchell]

Oh, I need that 700-Fill 'cause it's cold out here, uh

Oh, I need that 700-Fill 'cause it's cold out here, uh

[Verse 1: Wiki]

Ain't the king of shit

Just a rat that wings this shit

When I sing and spit, if I swing and miss I bring a brick

To a party they feel it drip, I feel a flip

Coming on, run along if you don't feel this shit

Son is gone, loving it, bumping it

He would kneel to it it, daughter too

All I gotta do is audibly spew

Pass it to Hak, pass it to Sport, his name's Sport

Yeah he pass better than you (get it?)

Track, back, better than you

No mp3 so you envy we, envy us, why you so envious?

Matter of fact, they don't even know it (nah!)

They gone keep rolling, keep strolling, thinking things gon' keep going

The simplest thing

Stunk, but we rodents,, sweet mutts

We keep motion, we strut

We keep coasting

Yuppies coasting, motherfuck East Coasting

But once we reach potent levels y'all gon' need notice

So that's my responsibility now, now that

New York won, tell 'em that New York's done

[?], another rat's crumbs

Yup, yup, another rat's crumbs

Y'all don't want Pat's raps dying on the tracks, dying

Yeah, yeah, another track dying

I rap fine, [?]

[Hook: Wiki]

Dick small, but I rock XL

Spit raw but I'm on XL, well

In quarter times, door to the dotted line

I gotta grind, motherfucker, gotta rhyme

All I sign, the dotted line

I gotta grind, a motherfucker gotta rhyme

Yeah, yeah, yeah (That shit cold)

[Verse 2: Wiki]

I don't even know how to count bars

All I know's how to flow 'till I'm out

[?] raw

An industry outlaw, you doubt, poor

Got no choice but the drought draw

You realize the type of hydration I'm making?

Come from tounge, spun from the pavement

All for the sake of entertainment

Twisted independent the way you was spitting

Continue to spit it

Soon you understand the significance of physics

When in specifics, I don't know where I live

Been shitted on, went to my shoulder and brushed it

Bitches blushing

Wish they'd get busted

Determine the sight hit from the subjects

Spin on my budget

What was written they smudged it

Wish I wasn't Wik the one they covet

Living 100

Ratking, stage-flipping, what!

[Hook: Wiki]

Dick small, but I rock XL

Spit raw but I'm on XL, well

In quarter times, door to the dotted line

I gotta grind, motherfucker, gotta rhyme

All I sign, the dotted line

I gotta grind, a motherfucker gotta rhyme

Yeah, yeah, yeah (That shit cold)

Dick small, but I rock XL

Spit raw but I'm on XL, well

In quarter times, door to the dotted line

I gotta grind, motherfucker, gotta rhyme

All I sign, the dotted line

I gotta grind, a motherfucker gotta rhyme

Yeah, yeah, yeah (That shit cold)

[Refrain: Raymond Mitchell]

Oh, I need that 700-Fill 'cause it's cold out here, uh

Oh, I need that 700-Fill 'cause it's cold out here, uh

[Outro: Hak]

Flurry, flurry, flurry, flurry