8 A.M I just whipped out a rental Snowing crazy on the highway, going gentle Zero degrees outside but I'm still puffing menthol Now at the peak, I learned all my fundamentals And it's all about the mental We're the creatures of winter Yeah it's all about the mental It's brickenton outside, man can you shut the window Rolling up loudies Couple homies in the back they sound sleep In New Jersey but don't know what town it is We arrived at the mount creek Took a lift I'm at the peak Sliding down Down the hill I can feel my heart beat Feel the rush of adrenaline Lotta snow Lotta snow Lotta snow Ain't talking bout blow Ain't talking bout blow Ain't talking bout blow, uh Triple play pass Got 2 more rounds to go Entertaining but this ain't no way a joke Rolling up loudies Subs be bumping Loud beat All my homies South-East Fuck a beef, we don't do no cow meat Back to back to the peak Sliding down the mount creek Gliding out, mad speed Bah bah back flip Yeah, yeah And it's all about the mental We're the creatures of winter And it's all about the mental It's brickenton outside, man can you shut the window