It's almost winter time, is this a dream
Rookie of the year my nigga it's killing season
And you should go pick a team
I'm finna ball hard
Number one draft pick, bastard, I'm with the all stars
Yes, So I'm conversating with constellations
That's how tings get complicated for competition
So right now they contemplating a confrontation
Come on cowboy miss me with all the altercation
No bench time, and no water break
Oh you get the point, I can't afford a break
Niggas is kinda real but they sorta fake
It's three quarters love and one quarter hate
And I've adopted and changed
Brought a new set of rules
To give them something to hate about
Yes, the Barack of the game
There's a street credit crunch
And these rappers gon need a bail out
You want beef, then it's dinner time
I sit at the table, until I finish mine
I'm joking, but if you're serious you could get a line
Other than that, I guess I'll meet you at the finish line
Shout out to dot com, oh yeah I'm getting mine
And i'm still gutter, how you live in slum
They call me the nest, and I didn't mind
I still be running game even if I didn't rhyme
Oh the summer's yours, alright the winter's mine
And on my watch, it says it's winner time
I told you pick a team, now go and pick a season
And I'm never sprung, I never fall for cheerleaders
Throughout summer, I was hot on your heels
Now my game plan straight, do you not feel the chill
It's winter, my season, I'm the man of the house
I'mma paint you a b****, I'm a man, you a mouse
It's trilly, I'm in my zone, this is my house
Yeah, my zone, I'm in my house
The winter's mine, oh yeah the winter's mine
