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Yeah, The Warm Up Lemme stretch out Yeah They say I'm the down south Nas The east coast Pac The Carolina Andre The Fayettenam Kanye So join it, ya can't beat it To all the nonbelievers If you missed it I'll repeat it I'm the light skinned Jesus Here's my thesis for them n*ggas with them pieces like Reese's We ballin while we winking at your b*tch up in the bleachers She fiending just to hop up on my sh*t Like she was featured on that piece of sh*t, man Keep on squeaking like some sneakers on the court Here's some lines you can snort Food for thought here's a fork No pork, dammit keep it pure, organic What's the score, Lord it's a blowout You n*ggas out here shoutin but see me I'm just gonna show out B*tches destiny no doubt N*ggas testing me more but I'm sure Look homie I know my sh*t can give a tour of the sewer I'm bored this sh*t is simple On instrumentals I'm Kimbo, slicing on any tempo I'm busting like many pimples on the temple, Ho hard like I just seen some nipples on Beyonce No disrespect to HOV but if I didn't I'd be beyond gay I almost erased them lines but in the end I chose to keep em Cause if I said it, I really, I really, I really mean it Yeah and that's just a Warm Up baby Lemme give it to 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, look, n*gga I rep my city in your city Just to let you n*ggas know just where I'm comin from Ville' n*gga troublesome Gats all around n*ggas waist like a coma blunt Leave you leakin' 'til a plumber come Still we ain't running from no man Look b*tch I'm hot enough to melt a snowman Ey pack your packs mama we gettin the f*ck up outta Poland Cause I'm programmed for the dough While you hold hands with a ho You ain't got no chance when I flow B*tch I was a grown man when I was four Boy, so sit your ass down You lookin at the class clown Slash valedictorian, slash hoopin n*gga best dressed Back in school you was just a stupid n*gga And now you're rappin all you talk bout your Coupe is sicker Your top is dropped but the cops is out here shootin n*ggas Stupid n*gga, see me I rather tell the truth to n*ggas You out here stuntin, n*ggas is out here frontin N*gga you good for nothin I'm freestylin coming off the dome B*tch Macaulay Culkin Home Alone I don't even know why I said that And b*tch I get bread that's enormous Ya'll n*ggas on my d*ck man I'm dormant That means I'm on the low, that means I'm on your ho That means I'm about this dough N*gga I'm coming off the dome B*tch I'm I'll all the way to the chromosomes in my body B*tch get hit with a 12-gauge shotty No Maserati, driving like Mr Cosby N*gga know I'm coming through I got the sicker flow I've hit them motherf*ckin n*ggas with that N*gga know that drunk sh*t I'll sh*t Comin through I spill sh*t like whoops, b*tch You need to read a book b*tch |