The Warm Up

It’s the warm up

Grab the pistol or grab the soda

Hotter then a New York figure in Pensacola

I’ve been dunking off the backboard

Ready to shatter all of the boxes that they put me in

Silent but really deadly if needed

I'm a certified fayettenam baby that’s a head case

Brag Boulevards finest

Where the option to get out is with an f & n

So dipped, hit the corner, then I checked 6

That just comes natural to me

Military

Bred to grip to trigger

So I fortify the house with hollows

Different levels to the game

I wasn’t bred to follow

Skip the league I need the bread that other stuff can follow

High hits with higher heights oww

But yeah they still gone doubt it

I’ve been batting out the alley

Twenty-four is when I’m coming with a Grip

And I’m shooting for the stars

With my left taking pics and the right on them necks it’s the warm up

I’m on a streak

Rapping like I wanna sign a deal, but he free

A bunch of you thinking that you Jjgga but you bleek

And it’s cool, just be you, and make sure that you at peace

And pull up pants, we don’t care about the label of ya briefs

And ya raps cheeks, so be sure to keep it brief

You slide in my girl DM’s thinking i ain’t see

I’m the type to still shake ya hand while I scheme

I don’t hire for hits, you gone wake up and see me

And this the warm up but I still make’em freeze

Violent tendencies but I’m still pushing Peace

Pushing poems, pushing power, prosperity in your lifestyle

And I make’em still cut a check for the freestyle

See how, the flow get to switching like a damn built

But everything in motion is all God plan still

Even if i stand still, I’m moving, like a windmill

That’s heavy energy in the compound how that feel