White Xmas

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]

This shit is different, bring Christmas back

Shit, where my gifts is at?

When the kids go sleep, then the gifts get wrapped

Don't sleep, still get you wrapped

Talking 'bout all the basic stuff

Niggas don't be putting decorations up

Need to celebrate, put Aces up

Just gifted my wrist, that was eighty bucks

Christ was born on this day for us

Need somebody to come pray for us

Shit, take me back to the days when

Your whole family came over

Way before we had to pay rent, we was buying brand new Range Rovers

We was getting drunk off that eggnog, and we was waking up with a hangover

Smoking weed, let your cousin puff

Got [?] it wasn't us

We had it all, but it wasn't enough

[Verse 2: Keen Streetz]

Christmas back, tell them bring the real Christmas back

Where my gifts is at?

Tell them bring the real Christmas back

You ever had no gifts under the tree?

That shit'll shake [?]

The wellfair wasn't making moves

Crazy how Christmas feel like April Fools

Mama love cutting [?]

Shit was heartbreaking news

First day back on the Christmas break

I wasn't fly, so I was late to school

Back when the kids thought Santa was real

And the snow on the sled

I was in my room, just bagging up work

It was snow on the bed

Me and my cousin was cursing my aunt

Walked in, like I heard what you said

Fiending to open the gifts, we went to sleep early, was going to bed

My uncle Cliff was the lone shark

In other words, he used to sell money

One Christmas, I ain't get no gifts

'Cause my big bro needed bail money

I'd rather him back than them presents

Open the presents

Family was over, everything, this shit tought me a lesson

That was the days, when they was smoking on packs of the Haze

Watching your moms [?]

Ain't nothing like Christmas back in the days