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Hey, hey (Yeah) Hey (Warm Up, Warm Up) Uh (Warm Up, Warm Up) Hip-Hop game, haha Warm Up, yeah Ay bring them drums in Hip-Hop game n*gga Ay, Warm Up Got a dolla and a dream Just watch n*gga Warm Up! Yeah, hey! Hey, I'm just a Carolina n*gga goin' hard for the 'Ville I ain't seen six figures but I feel like a mill' Cause I'm fresh up off the deal, will I chill? Never that! I'm the hottest n*gga out and you could tell the devil that Got that crack! Went from pebble to that Roc, pedal that So much bass, I mean n*ggas can't tell where the trouble at On the track, n*ggas can't keep up, they look, they trailin' back Now they bustas couldn't catch up even if I pedal back Won't lose, bet on that! I'll be in debt forever Plus whatever Jigga say, I'm hot That's like the Pac off, ghetto black Now these industry n*ggas like damn, "Jay said all that? " Same n*ggas could've signed me, now they gon regret all that Bet on that! B*tch, this my beat, look how I get on that sh*t I'm on it like I own it cus I sewn it Needle and thread, hip-hop peers know them drums express yourself Aye look, I tried to school these n*ggas, they need extra help I mean they just don't get the message dawg, no test could help And now I'm on some 'f*ck you n*ggas', go molest yourself I'm tryna ball til I fall, catch myself, then ball again Fall to the floor, dust myself, do it all again Part of him, sick n*gga, never been a b*tch n*gga Spit it for them ones like me who never been a rich n*gga Had to dream to make a team and get up off the bench n*gga You f*ckin' with me, your eyes is slimma then a stick figure, Get bigga n*gga Hey, blood, sweat and tears, I paid my price Hey, so come and get this good game Aye you should come and get this good game Hey, hey I pray for days and nights I gave my life Hey, so you can come and get this good game Think you should come and get this good game Hey heeyy Yeah I'm just a down south n*gga, lil' east coast flow From the concrete jungle where the trees don't grow From the 'Ville, where the motherf*ckin' streets so cold N*gga I could show you streets where police won't go We just tryna get a piece, my n*gga we so po' Why you lookin' at him, wonderin' why he sold dope Or why she smoke crack? Or why he tot gats? Gotta stay up on your toes cus if your feet both flat A n*gga heat gon' clap, your heartbeat go flat The Lord giveth and He taketh, while he repo that They don't quiver, they don't shake, man they just reload gats So much beef for a n*gga to have a feast on that Now a n*gga like myself ain't had to keep no gats But nowadays mo'f*ckers is weak, won't scrap So them OG's tell a n*gga, "Please, roll strapped" It's f*cked up a n*gga man it be's like that It be's like that (Hey) and it be's like that (Hey) Them boys from the 'Ville and yeah it be's like that Hey, blood, sweat and tears, I paid my price (Yeah, J. Cole n*gga) Hey, so come and get this good game (Shut me out man, shout out to Hip-Hop game) Aye you should come and get this good game (Uh uh uh uh, the Warm Up) Hey, hey I pray for days and nights I gave my life (Shout out to my n*gga Elite and that's me on the beat, yeah) Hey, so you can come and get this good game (Look out for, for that Warm Up!) Think you should come and get this good game (Watch out for, for that Warm Up!) Hey heeyy (And I'm out) Hey heeyy (B*tch) Hey heeyy Hey heeyy Hey heeyy |