The Warm Up - "Royal Flush"

Yeah, 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're feinin' for that crack, you know that rock, I got that product

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

Aye, I'm gon' be here for a while so I smile, haters

I'm on that green like a flower, like an alligator

Now or later, I'm serving niggas; I'm a sound waiter

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

Look how I cater, dog what you afraid of? Nothing

They're talking gangster without no data, they're fronting

Jackie-Chan, Jean-Claude van Damme. Straight stunting

I wish a nigga would say something

I'm a Carolina nigga, boy I got it on my back

Piggy back style I ain't talking 'bout no tat

And I'ma rep the Ville in every city that I'm at

And I guarantee I'm bringing home plaques

Shout-out to my brother Zach, and my mother, I love ya

Yea look ain't that about a bitch? This nigga on his own dick

They say I'm like the human body, I produce my own shit

And I toot my horns, a star when I was born

My name ain't James, my word is bond

Yea shout-out to Canibus, had a similar line 98-99

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

You're listening to the future

The flows gets tighter, them hoes get looser

Then they wanna seduce ya like Medusa, 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 I'll watch her do it

Yea and this is only "The Warm Up" yea