The Warmup

By KOLD.

Released on October 6, 2018

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[Hook]

Pulled up to the scene, they surprised I showed up, Yea

Picking at my seam, hate I have it sewn up, Yea

Bezel need a bandage, from these VVS cuts, Yea

I just let em talk upset, yet I'm just warming up, Yea


[verse 1]

Hold up, wait

Yea I barely talk, but my words hold weight

I don’t play, stay your lane

Young nigga stay winning, must be fate

Call it fate? Yea that's fate

Mad niggas wanna be in my place

It ain't safe, there ain’t space

Only show me love when I'm in they face, Yea

I keep shit balanced, weigh the karma on a triple beam

Life an asylum, all my homies round me crazy

I keep a bad bitch, sure that she know that she temporary

Life is a movie, calling the shots like I'm Scorsese

I kept it real on the reel, play it back make sure you peep it

All eyes on me when I enter the scene

Shawty want to come home with me

Want me some top in a drop, swerving while switching up speeds

Yea

Andretti, Andretti, shits formula 1, how you gon' catch up to me?

Crazy how I've been gifted, this rapping is just a layer

I'm moving quick like conveyors, basically there, this shit a layup

Ya'll dropped the ball, seem nervous, go change your plays up

That 33 by my side got me like Mike man I swear

An I'm on the go


[Hook]

Pulled up to the scene, they surprised I showed up, Yea

Picking at my seam, hate I have it sewn up, Yea

Bezel need a bandage, from these VVS cuts, Yea

I just let em talk upset, yet I’m just warming up, Yea


[verse 2]

Money long, who the man, yea it’s me alone

Roll with gorillas, squad full of King Kongs

Ain't afraid to die, Used to rock with the Will like I’m Nia Long

Armstrong, but the moon rock in my lungs

Niggas hit my phone like KOLD. it'll come

Man fuck that, I been on the hunt, where the Bucks at?

Gave em too much love, now a nigga gotta cut that

All these blades in my spine, so it's time that I cut back

So much weighing on my mind, got a nigga looking hunchback

Why my head lean forward, double cups with the lean poured

You could take mine, can't fuck with these kids, like its Date Line

All these dudes too alike, while Im a different design

My kind on a decline, Catching eyes like a headline, yea

You a bad bitch, if you let me hit it like a canine

Otherwise I ain’t got time, money on the mind

Morning, noon, and night

Number 7 with sprite, mix it till I'm in my right mind

Yea

I run this thang by a landslide

Plug at the crib like a land line

Circle bout to blow like a land mine

I took my time so it's done right

I get it now, no hindsight

Pocket full of cream like a Klondike

The numbers flip, no rolodex

Don't act surprised, when I called the shit

Can't press us, we ain't stress a thing

Tote heavy metal, led zeppelin

Wave god, Poseidon

Want that trident, yea Maserati


[Hook]

Pulled up to the scene, they surprised I showed up, Yea

Picking at my seam, hate I have it sewn up, Yea

Bezel need a bandage, from these VVS cuts, Yea

I just let em talk upset, yet I'm just warming up, Yea


[Outro]

I'm just warming up

I'm just warming up, yea

I'm just warming up