The Warm Up. Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Let's warm it up

One take

Uh, yeah

A lot people come and ask me how this happen, like

How this nigga work in tech and he be rapping? like

How he gaining all that weight and still attractive? Like

When they ask I just say it ain't no magic

I've been drinking my water, minding my business

Writing my wrongs with this pen, pray to God for repentance

The way I'm killing all these records they should throw me in Guinness

Been at it for more than some minutes, you fasho an apprentice

Nah

Please stop competing and comparing

My father is the king and I am the heir apparent

Grown Simba, fuck Scar I'll be prepared

A little brains, little flare yeah I get it from my parents

Compassionate, cool and also caring

Getting to the paper ain't shit if you can't share it

Man I'm passing paper out like a substitute

You fuck with me? I fuck with you

If not? Cool, nothing to prove

And I'm good at taking hints

Must've thought we camping how the flow gets so intense

Mic J. little Mike Jack little Prince

And I wrote this as a warm up in case you ain't convinced

Okay