Sheff G - Captions (Outro) lyrics
Sheff G [Michael Kyle Williams] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Sheff G - Captions Outro lyrics]
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Look, my niggas make it hot up in the winter
My niggas make it hot up in the wintertime
look
Yeah, I pray to God, but I'm a sinner, mmm
Yeah, I pray to God, but I'm a sinner
I know
They like, "How you take them losses
And keep pushin' forward?"
I keep a chin up like a
Bar in front me, nigga, uh
Like how you deal with all them
Haters say they gunnin' for you?
Lil' bro gon' wet you for the team
It ain't no water boy
This ain't no pencil when it's
Lead up in that backpack
Take twenty-one if you wan' play
But this ain't blackjack
I put that silence in your city
Ain't no rap cap
Heard shit got lit, ain't have no stick
Guess he can't match that
I smash the gas up on you niggas
Tell 'em speed up
Heard traffic slow up on they block
Now that's a speed bump
They look up to me like I'm taller
Wanna be us
Might have a daughter or some sons
Each one gon' teach one
Each one gon' teach one
To all the pussies went and faked on me
Like I ain't raised my hand
Bet you never hear from me
My feelings numb, could carry onions
Still no tears from me i was scorin'
Never need no one to cheer for me
(Huh, wasn't there for me)
My niggas make it hot up in the winter
My niggas make it hot up in the wintertime
Look
Yeah, I pray to God, but I'm a sinner, mmm
Yeah, I pray to God, but I'm a sinner
I know
They like, "How you take them losses
And keep pushin' forward?"
Wintertime, they like
"How you take them losses
And keep pushin' forward?"
Pushin' forward, pushin' forward
Look, my niggas make it hot up in the winter
My niggas make it hot up in the wintertime
look
Yeah, I pray to God, but I'm a sinner, mmm
Yeah, I pray to God, but I'm a sinner
I know
They like, "How you take them losses
And keep pushin' forward?"
I keep a chin up like a
Bar in front me, nigga, uh
Like how you deal with all them
Haters say they gunnin' for you?
Lil' bro gon' wet you for the team
It ain't no water boy
This ain't no pencil when it's
Lead up in that backpack
Take twenty-one if you wan' play
But this ain't blackjack
I put that silence in your city
Ain't no rap cap
Heard shit got lit, ain't have no stick
Guess he can't match that
I smash the gas up on you niggas
Tell 'em speed up
Heard traffic slow up on they block
Now that's a speed bump
They look up to me like I'm taller
Wanna be us
Might have a daughter or some sons
Each one gon' teach one
Each one gon' teach one
To all the pussies went and faked on me
Like I ain't raised my hand
Bet you never hear from me
My feelings numb, could carry onions
Still no tears from me i was scorin'
Never need no one to cheer for me
(Huh, wasn't there for me)
My niggas make it hot up in the winter
My niggas make it hot up in the wintertime
Look
Yeah, I pray to God, but I'm a sinner, mmm
Yeah, I pray to God, but I'm a sinner
I know
They like, "How you take them losses
And keep pushin' forward?"
Wintertime, they like
"How you take them losses
And keep pushin' forward?"
Pushin' forward, pushin' forward