Yea, this Is the “Warm Up!”

Okay I roll up, hold up, look at how I showed up

I blowed up had a hole up in my pocket now it’s sewed up

They fein’ for that crack, you know that rock I got that product

You niggas trynna stop it better load up, I hang my coat up

Ay Im gon’ be here for a while so I smile haters

Im on that green like a flower, like an alligator

Now or lata I serving niggas Im a sound waiter

Just tell me what you want I bring that back an hour later

Look how I cater, dog what chu afraid’ of: Nothing!

They talking gangsta without no data they: Fronting!

Jackie-Chan Juan-Claude-Van-Dam strait stuntin’!

I wish a nigga would say something

Im a Carolina nigga, boy I got it on my back

Piggy back style I aint talking bout’ no tat

And Imma rep the Ville in every city that Im at!

And I guarantee Im bringing home plaques

Shoutout to my brother Zach, and my mother, I love ya

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Verse 2

(Break)

Yea look aint that about a bitch?

This nigga on his own dick, they say Im like the human body I produce my own shit

And I tot’ my own horn. a star when I was born

Many name aint James, my word is bond

Yea shoutout to Cannibus had a similar line 98-99

Damn, that was the times never mind dwelling in the past

Your listening to the future

The flows gets tighter, them hoes get loosier

Then they wanna seduce ya like Madusa, be cool

I said I got a girl, she told me, “Me too!”

So that must mean you want a nigga to eat that seafood

Baby don’t be foolish but call her Ill watch her do it

(break)

Yea and this is only “The Warm Up” yea