Winter Time Rules

Hurry up and pull off, don't warm your car Winter time rules, if you're goin' to war Them tell you, "All hail", ain't no stoppin' the war In other words, don't be slippin', I'm on top of the war I'm the GOAT, grab the quarter from on top of the board No leg shots, they went on top of the ball I wish you were comin', ain't no lock on my door And I got a bankroll, next to the socks in my drawer Stay up in your places, I drop an album, I was being gracious Watch his hands and wait sis, free and, he stood tall, fightin' murder cases Charlotte ain't come home, I still ain't seen (I ain't seen 'em) Shooters blocked for week, I had to make a statement Touched down in your city, and I ain't make no payments Salute to the G's that put you on the pavement I let Papi have the block, but every week he pay rent I'm reminiscin' where my days went, in the cage I went They say the law up here Anytime a body drop, they wanna call me in Fuck these bitches, y'all gotta watch who you call a friend I'm a gun in these streets, I want the bottle again These niggas rockin' jewelry from the mall again I told her put this, in a cardigan And tell young'in don't shoot it up, until I call it in Hurry up and pull off, don't warm your car Winter time rules, if you're goin' to war Them tell you, "All hail", ain't no stoppin' the war In other words, don't be slippin', I'm on top of the war I'm the GOAT, grab the quarter from on top of the board No leg shots, they went on top of the ball I wish you were comin', ain't no lock on my door And I got a bankroll next to the socks in my drawer Go on, reinvent yourself, I'm ridin' through Philadelph I'm strapped, I ain't wearin' no belt I'm back, I ain't need no help I need a Carter, I know how Nino felt They're swimmin' like Michael Phelps, I know how Apaca felt Twenty-one-one, gun-gun Damn y'all niggas eatin' good, spare a crumb-crumb Do it for your hood, that's where you're from-from That's why the wolves on your ass, here they come-come Got your fair of rapper's problems Smack a rapper, won't rap about him Make up some rap about him Bell came through, unwrap the bottom Money comin' through, I ain't have to rob 'em Youngin top of the class, I ain't have to guide him Put him on your homie ass, you gon' read about him Stop this facial shell talk, they turn to red-bottoms I just talk to folks, next day the feds got 'em All black, black guns, ridin' through Gotham I'm movin' like a ball, who the fuck gon' stop 'em Hang him from his neck, we gon' hella cop them I up sharp and I told youngin', go ahead and cop 'em I'm the calculater, who won the problem? Who gon' survive 'em, who want your album? Your head on the pillow, that'll be your outcome Your mom all screamin' and askin', "God, how come?" Hurry up and pull off, don't warm your car Winter time rules, if you're goin' to war Them tell you, "All hail", ain't no stoppin' the war In other words, don't be slippin', I'm on top of the war I'm the GOAT, grab the quarter from on top of the board No leg shots, they went on top of the ball I wish you were comin', ain't no lock on my door And I got a bankroll next to the socks in my drawer