[Intro]
Yeah, The Warm Up
Lemme stretch out
Yeah

[Verse 1]
They say I'm the down south Nas, the east coast Pac
The Carolina Andre, the Fayettenam Kanye
So join it, 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***as with them pieces like Reese's
We ballin' while we winking at your bitch up in the bleachers
She fiending just to hop up on my shit like she was featured
On that piece of shit, bed 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, damn it, keep it pure, organic
What's the score? Lord, it's a blowout
You n***as out here shoutin', but see me, I'm just gon' show out
Bitch, it's destiny, no doubt, n***as testing me more but I'm sure
Look homie I know my shit can give a tour of the sewer
I'm bored, this shit is simple, on instrumentals I'm Kimbo
Slicing on any tempo, I'm busting like many pimples on the temple
Go hard like I just seen some nipples on Beyonce
No disrespect to Hov, but if I didn't I'd be beyond gay
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
[Interlude]
And that's just a Warm Up baby
Lemme give it to 'em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look, n***a

[Verse 2]
I rep my city in your city
Just to let you n***as know just where I'm comin from
Ville' n***a troublesome
Gats all around n***as waist like a cummerbund
Leave you leakin' 'til the plumber come
Still we ain't running from no man
Look bitch I'm hot enough to melt a snowman
Ey pack your bags mama we gettin the fuck up outta Po' land
Cause I'm programmed for the dough
While you hold hands with a ho
You ain't got no chance when I flow
Bitch 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***a best dressed
Back in school you was just a stupid n***a
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***as
Stupid n***a, see me I rather tell the truth to n***as
You out here stuntin, n***as is out here frontin
N***a you good for nothin
I'm freestylin coming off the dome
Bitch Macaulay Culkin Home Alone
I don't even know why I said that
And bitch I get bread that's enormous
Ya'll n***as on my dick 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***a I'm coming off the dome
Bitch I'm I'll all the way to the chromosomes in my body
Bitch get hit with a 12-gauge shotty
No Maserati, driving like Mr Cosby
N***a know
I'm coming through I got the sicker flow
I've hit them motherfuckin n***as with that
N***a know that drunk shit I'll shit
Comin through I spill shit like whoops, bitch
You need to read a book bitch
(Fade Out with J. Cole still rapping)