Verse 1 Sitting down, making hits, I'm with Kev Crow Ring them out with the grease from my elbow Wrap at three, but it's feeling like twelve though It's time to leave and the weather's at a twelve too But I couldn't, cause I could never go The rhythm from the ba**, drums, to the metronome The cold weather, winter blues got me extra low, yeah And that's something that they'll never know, ooh Until I had to come clean on 'em I had to tell the truth, tell 'em what I need from 'em Yeah, and they they tried to get a speech from us? And then they thought they could just leave on us? What if I call the whole league on 'em? Or should I go so cold that I freeze on 'em? Go so phantom, call me Danny on 'em Just know when I go ghost imma leave on 'em Hook Welcome, it'd be rude if I didn't welcome you Any kid from any section, I'd be second guessing too Welcome, now fast forward to the outcome Flying so high now I'm feeling like a falcon Welcome, to that good good, new new I'm tryna prove myself, who else I got to prove to? Welcome, to the humble abode We in the 49K, we gonna send you afloat, ay Outro Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, ooh Welcome, Welcome, Winter, Blues Welcome, welcome, welcome Welcome, welcome, ay Welcome, Welcome, ooh Welcome, winter, blues