[Wstęp] Yea, warm up! La-la-la-laaaa, la lala la lalaaaa
[Wers 1] Yea, ay yea Fayettenam Now I am [Here's to the Roc'] Hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them [Here's to Roc-a-Fella] It's the Fayettenam Hey Raise your glasses and your glasses and your glasses To the sky, yea this is the last call for alcohol This is the Warm Up Yea, look now to the few niggas out there who heard my last shit Which if I must say so myself that was a classic I never been the type to ride my own coat tail But it's obvious I'm here to stay, a fucking hotel I came up, I warmed up! The next up, I blow up! If you ain't peep the trend by now with each rap I go up Look all he wanted was a deal so when he got it he just faded But tell me what's a deal when you want to be the greatest? So Jay I appreciate it, hell of a stepping stone Wonder if he see it in my eyes I'm trying to get the throne Wonder if the people know how many nights I spent alone Making beats writing rhymes, thinking deep fighting time I'm getting better but wasn't getting younger And all that time can make the most confident nigga wonder But never doubt it or allowed that shit to phase me yo Just switch my thoughts up like the stations on the radio nigga now I am
[Refren] Now I am, hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them It's the Fayettenam Put your glasses and your glasses and your glasses to the sky This is the last call for alcohol This is the warm up! So get cha back up off the wall
[Wers 2] Yea, now may I never slip up or let my grip up I know my girl be praying Lord just keep his pants zipped up! - Now if some groupie bitch is on his dick then make it's stiff up, at least give the nigga commonsense to wrap his dick up Toast, let’s lift up, our glasses then sip up We fly past they look up They don't last they give up They don't blast we clip up then empty And indeed we hit the target yea these niggas think they the shit and they ain't even farted yet Style incomplete like a garbage ass quarterback My office is forreal ay fuck sack, niggas getting coffined in the Ville Way too often and it feels wrong New York Niggas fuck with me I got em singing Ville songs I guess it's only right cause we grew up singing they shit Big shit, Mase shit, Nas shit, Jay shit Time for a Carolina nigga to take his place with the greats A slim nigga making bold statement Uh, ay J. Cole how you do that there? -I hear you blowing up my nigga I'm like, true that yea In NY but smile everytime I flew back there That Carolina, Fayettenam oh yea my crew back there I go home been so long they saying, you back here? - Took a turn for the worst boy don't move back here Don't do that, yo who dat? He rep the Ville when he spit it told you he be back with a record deal and he did it Nigga, fuck spinning on my pivot homie, I'm finna travel to the reps blow the whistle on me I got a whole fuckig city that's just sitting on me But yea it fits on my back, my state is sitting on that Will I drop? I think not I get up while they stop-like a sleeve on tank tops They ain't give it all they got so they flop So hey watch, how I'm finna take their spot Now I'm starring and they not-let me show you how to stay hot I play not, man I'm killing em even your idols feeling em dog The same nigga used to chill in the mall While they were still in the mall, I was up there spilling my rap The hero fighting villians just to put the Ville on the map
[Refren] Now I am Now I am, hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them, Mr. Fayettenam hey Hey and raise your glasses and your glasses and your glasses to the sky and This is the last call for alcohol This is the fucking Warm Up Get your ass up off the wallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
