Warm Up Sessions Lyrics

I'm staring at the mirror looking at the man in it

I see a good man surrounded by bad spirits

I see a man who's made some mistakes on this rocky road

I see a man who's still searching for his pot of gold

I see a man that is smart

I see a man with generosity a man with a heart

I see a man that wants to see others around him caking

With smiles on their faces

I see a man that wants to see all of his niggas make it

I see a man who put his Borough on the map

Smashed the game while carrying a couple bruddas on his back

I see a man who goes hard and spits nothing but the facts

I see a man who really hustled in the trap

I see a man whose done bad but he's changing his ways

Even though he's real tempted to stay in the game

I hope I make it to prison I'm preparing for hell

I just look in the mirror and stare at myself

I've seen a lot of shit going on

I'm doing alright but a lot of shits going wrong

In the blink of an eye

I've seen friends turn to strangers

From strangers to haters

It's real funny how life changes

Me, I've always been a dream chaser

Buss the man dem I've always been a team player

I'm getting older so I gotta chase that clean papers

Coz I don't need jewels I need acres

So I'm thinking of new ways to grip this doe

Coz we ain't won yet but we're winning though

And I'm the underground king sitting in my throne

Izzy's in the building I'm about to bring it home

Flows incredible whenever I get in the zone

Majik's gonna set it off when the feds let him go

If you ain't built for this shit don't be getting involved

Realionaire shit I ain't your regular Joe

I'm from an Ill manor like Plan B

Built this strip these little niggas better thank me

And you can spend your profit on your swag g

I'd rather send it to Donny to slam it on his canteen

I can't let these Feds catch me

I know a couple niggas doing crazy years like Max B

I'm from the roads where it's mad peak

So let these pricks know I ain't down for any rap beef

Let's talk about the state of the game

No ones chasing the money they're all chasing the fame

And the fans are critical of you ain't making no cake

But it's sick coz the fans don't wanna pay for your tape

Then there's these shit rappers taking up space in the game

Going nowhere fast but wanna blame it on hate

If I have it my way then the games gonna change

We're warming up the mixtapes on the way