Warm Up

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Okay okay okay okay okay
Cricket crickets when you niggas in the building
You feel this?
I know that you do this here some real shit
Trill shit
Never pill popping
Psychedelic kid on field trips

Coming with the finger licking goodness this a meal it's
Made for the spirit, mind & soul
Mighty weapons I have held and mighty blessings I will hold
Cold blooded?
No
That ain't how it go

We all got them days sometimes that we need to be bold

Harsher when I need to be
We all need it sometimes
Time is ticking we don't got enough of it to let shit slide
A lot of guys will lie and say they know the way but never tried
A lot of guys are dry as fuck when on the mic,
If this was volleyball I'd spike the fucking life out of the words you should have balled up

Fuck it time to ball up

Stop smoking that saw dust
Look, I'm one of them raw ones

Not stuck in no corners
Still copping my quarter ounce
Still downing my water
Heart still fucking hurting (ow)
Still fighting the war though

Bitch I'm the new order
This is just a warmup
I'm a mighty sorcerer this shit only goes more up
I'm loving my life here
I'm ready to pour up
I'm bringing the massacre
My lyrics the slaughter
Listen, y'all giving me watered down and I really feel for you
And I really feel fortunate that I'm giving them more because these days I feel I'm not enough but I'm still getting warmer
Still I'm getting (wait)

This is just a warmup
Still I'm getting warmer still I'm getting warmer (wait)
This is just a warmup
Still I'm getting
Still I'm getting warmer, how?
wow

This is just a warmup
Still I'm getting (wait)
Still I'm getting warmer how
Wow
Whoa

Wait
This is just a warmup
Still I'm getting warmer
Still I'm getting warmer
How
Wow

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Okay okay okay okay okay



Credits
Writer(s): John Lawson
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