Last Call

Yeah, Warm Up

La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la

Ayy, yeah

Fayettenam

Now I am (Here's to the Roc)

Hey, and they ask and they ask and they ask

And I tell 'em

Mr. Fayettenam (Mr. Roc-a-Fella)

Wave your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and

(Here's to the Roc)

Yeah, Warm Up

This is the last call for alcohol, this is The

Warm Up (Mr. Roc-a-Fella)

Warm Up, yeah, 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 fuckin' 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 wanna be the greatest?

So, Jay, I appreciate it, hell of a steppin' stone

Wonder if he see it in my eyes, I'm tryna get the throne

Wonder if the people know how many nights I spent alone

Makin' beats, writing' rhymes, thinkin' deep, fighting' time

Gettin' better, but wasn't gettin' younger

And all that time can make the most confident nigga wonder

But never doubted or allowed that shit to phase me, yo

Just switched my thoughts up like the stations on the radio

Nigga, now I am (Here's to the Roc)

Yeah, yeah, and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell 'em

Mr. Fayettenam (Mr. Roc-a-Fella)

Wave your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and

(Here's to the Roc)

Ayy, I'm just gettin' warmed up, my nigga

Hey, this the last call for alcohol, this is The

Warm Up, yeah (Mr. Roc-a-Fella)

So get your back up off the wall, yeah

Now may I never slip up or let grip up

I know my girl be prayin' "Lord just keep his pants zipped up

Now if some groupie bitch is on his dick, then make it stiff up

At least give the nigga common sense to wrap his dick up"

Toast, let's lift up our glasses and 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, yes

These niggas think they shit and they ain't even farted yet

Style incomplete like a garbage-ass quarterback

My offense is for real

Ayy, fuck sacked

Niggas gettin' coffined in the Ville way too often and it feels wrong

New York niggas fuck with me, I got 'em singin' Ville songs

Guess it's only right because we grew up singin' 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 makin' bold statements, uh

"Ayy, J. Cole, how you do that there?

I hear you're blowin' up, my nigga", I'm like

"True that", yeah

In NY, but smile every time I flew back there

That Carolina, Fayettenam, oh yeah, my crew back there

I go home, been so long, they sayin', "You back here?"

It took a turn for the worse, boy don't move back here

Don't do that, yo, who that? He rep the Ville when he spit it

Told you he'd be back with a record deal and he did it, nigga

Fuck spinnin' on my pivot, homie

I'm finna travel 'til the refs blow the whistle on me

I got a whole fuckin' city that's just sittin' on me

But yet, it fits on my back, my state is sittin' on that

Will I drop? I think not, I get up while they stop

Like the sleeves on tank tops, they ain't gave it all they got

So they flop, so, hey, watch how I'm finna take they spot

Now I'm startin' and they not, let me show you how to stay hot

I play not, man, I'm killin' 'em, even your idols feelin' 'em, dog

The same nigga used to chill in the mall

While they was still in the mall, I was up there spillin' my rap

The hero fightin' villians to put the Ville on the map

Now I am (here's to the Roc)

Yeah, yeah

And they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell 'em

Mr. Fayettenam (Mr. Roc-a-Fella)

Wave your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and

(Here's to the Roc)

Hey, yeah, this the last call for alcohol

This is the fuckin' Warm Up, yeah (Mr. Roc-a-Fella)

Get your ass up off the wall, yeah

Yeah, man, so, shit, this was The Warm Up

Um, what can I say, what can I say?

If you heard heard The Come Up, you know what that was about

Just a lil' nigga from North Carolina, man

Fayettenam, to be exact

Moved to NYC

Um, you know, chasin' the dream

I used college, if y'all niggas don't know

I used college as like the tool to get to New York

That's all I really had

I ain't have no family up here or nothin' like that

I came up here on scholarship, nigga went to college

And the, and the whole time

I ain't even think I was gon' have to finish college

I just thought, you know

I'd be signed by like my freshman year

So I wouldn't have to finish college

But it didn't happen like that, obviously

Nigga graduated, um, and things started fallin' into place

I got way more focused, I dropped The Come Up

And I look at The Come Up like niggas, like

Like how kinda how when I was in high school

Just picture this

The Warm up is about a nigga who did not make the team

When he tried out

And I know it's a lotta niggas out there that know that feeling, man

You try out

You think you deserve to be on the team

And you go that day to look at the cut list

You wake up, you know, you can't even sleep

You just like, "Damn, I'm gon' make the team tomorrow

I did my thing in tryouts"

You go to the list

All the niggas is lookin' at they names on the list

Some niggas is like, "Aw shit, I see my name

I'm good, I'm good, nigga, I'm good, I see my name"

And you lookin' for your name

And you kinda playin' the back, tryna wait 'til niggas clear out

'Cause you not sure

And you go to the list and, and your name ain't there

Like, and like, "How the fuck did I not make this team?

I'm better than him, I'm better than him, I'm better than him"

So a lotta niggas either quit or some niggas'll go harder

So that's how I kinda took the rap shit when I put out The Come Up

'Cause ever since I was like fifteen

I thought I was supposed to be signed

But it didn't hap- you know, obviously

Shit, everything happens for a reason

So, shit, fast forward to The Warm Up

This is just like me, like, you know

Bein' that nigga that's practicin' and makin' sure it's no way

It's undeniable that when I go to tryouts

There's no way the fuckin' coach is passing' up on me, my nigga

So that's what this whole mixtape was about and

Lo and behold, you know

As I'm finishin' up the mixtape, the deal come

You know? Thank God, I'm blessed

Everything happens for a reason

And it couldn't have been with a more fuckin'

With a better squad, nigga, I got

You, you know the niggas I got on my squad

If you, if you listen to this

Then you might've heard who I signed with

I ain't even gon' blast it off like that

Shout out to, you know, Mark Pitts, definitely

You know? Shout out to my nigga Mike Rooney, my nigga E

Shout out my whole fuckin' crew, man

That's what The Warm Up is about, man

RJ, what's good? Mike Shaw, my nigga Mez

Mez held me down, nigga

More than anybody in the fuckin', in the whole crew, honestly

You know what I'm sayin'? So, shit, let's get it, man

We got a lotta shit comin' for '09, for '010' 011, 0-goddamn-35

That's all I got, man, that's the Warm up, man, I made the team

So when you go from makin' the team, now what you gotta do, nigga?

You gotta start

You gotta be a starter, you gotta make it to college

You gotta make it from college to the fuckin' league, man

Trust me, it ain't get no fuckin' deal and relax, man

I feel like I ain't made it yet, period, nigga

And that's all I really gotta say, yo, it's The Warm Up

Thank you for listenin', man

Yeah

Ced Y, what up?

Nervous Reck, what up?

Barbed Wire, what up?

Just let me give a couple shout outs, um, shit (Um, my nigga A-Rob)

Kirk Lightburn, what up? (My nigga Lee, drunk-ass nigga Jams)

Ah, Sha Money, what up, man? (Shout out to Mimi)

Lotta respect

G-Unit, Hov, it's all love, my nigga

Tony Yayo showed love, Lloyd Banks showed love, nigga

I was gettin' love from G-Unit niggas, dog (Say, Uncle)

Who would've thought?

(Who'd I forget? Oh, Omen, Omen, what up, my nigga? Omen)

Know what I'm sayin'? Shout out my mother, my brother, man

I'm just gon talk until the beat run out, man (Yeah, BBGUN)

You know?

Yo, how do you get this beat goin' for so fuckin' long?

(By any means, Eris)

This shit's been supposed to fade out

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh-uh-uh