Rapper Big Pooh

Cold as the cold in the wintertime

Slow rhyme, when I rhyme, no beginner I'm

City walk when they said tryna make a dime

They don't ask for too much, just a little shine

A little time on the grind tryin get that gwop

Wasn't worth eight years for your first time pop

Now you back rehabilitated punching the clock

Old neighbourhood witnessin your man in the drop

Got the drop on that nigga, said he runnin the block

Graduated from the greens to servin up rock

So you plot and you think and you sin on the plan

On some ski mask shit but that's your man

I'm sayin, you tryna push reasons to the front

And put a block on that other shit you want

But the streets keep callin your name

A nine to five slave to the rhythm ain't bringin you fame

So it's back to the game, round up a little gang

Set it up to stick your mayne but he stick you first, goodbye



Hook

I've seen em rise, seen em fall

Seen em come, seen em go, seen em all

Seen stars with they name on the wall

Till the money get tight and the limelight stall



Rapper Big Pooh

3AM in the backseat leanin

Thinkin bout all the things I seen man



Phonte

Remember, before niggas was on the bandwagon

I fell asleep to the sound of hand cannons

Leavin holes in souls the size of Grand Canyons

Late night, Spindle Street with my man Brendan

Fastforward twelve years, now we grandstandin

Because I maintainin, without man tannin

And it made me an animal

But I need another quarter before the catalogue

I could dumb down and rap for bitches and alcohol

But I'm too loud and too proud to tap dance for these crackers dog

So, won't be no Gregory Hyman

When Te get hostile he spit gospel like he in the whiners

And right now he into findin

A new platform for the rhymes that I arrange

And new ideas for the lines that I exchange

Cause I can't be a laughin stock homie, that'd be a cryin shame

All I need is six bars and an intro

Cause I relate to these beats like we was kinfolks

And the flow so fresh like lentils

And this is all real talk, that's for your info

Cause that's where I been yo, ho



Hook



Phonte

3AM in the backseat leanin

Thinkin bout all the things I seen man



AZ

Grindin, timin, motherfucker

Rep up, stepped up motherfucker

So quiet, coulda crept on the sucker

From behind and blew the breath out the buster

But instead held my head like a hustler

Parked up to get the sound of the muffler

Heard a clown buyed his pounds, bein fluffier

Tellin niggas outa town they be luckier

It get sad when the hood had enough of ya

Broke niggas buck at ya, poke you in ya jugular

But when you high you feel niggas can't fuck witcha

I'm surprised the nigga still had customers

Shut my eyes and inhaled my smoke

Tryna decide should I let him slide, but nope

He broke ties when he spoke his lies

Tellin spies that he hope I die so my reply is

To keep it real, I hope he can fly

Cause I'm a send him to them open skies



Hook



AZ

3AM in the backseat leanin

Thinkin bout all the things I've seen man