Yea, warm up!La-la-la-laa, la lala la lalaaYea, ay yea FayettenamNow I am, hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them, it's the Fayettenam heyHey and your glasses and your glasses and your glassesTo the sky is, yea this is the last call for alcoholThis is the Warm UpYea, look now to the few niggas out there who heard my last shitWhich if I must say so myself that was a classicI never been the type to ride my own coat tailBut it's obvious I'm here to stay, a fucking hotelI 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 upLook all he wanted was a deal so when he got it he just fadedBut tell me what's a deal when you want to be the greatest?So Jay I appreciate it, hell of a stepping stoneWonder if he see it in my eyes I'm trying to get the throneWonder if the people know how many nights I spent aloneMaking beats writing rhymes, thinking deep fighting timeI'm getting better but wasn't getting youngerAnd all that time can make the most confident nigga wonderBut never doubt it or allowed that shit to phase me yoJust switch my thoughts up like the stations on the radio nigga now I amNow I am, hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them, it's the Fayettenam heyHey and your glasses and your glasses and your glassesThis is the last call for alcoholThis is the warm up!So get cha back up off the wallYea, now may I never slip up or let my grip upI 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 upToast the spliff up, our glasses then sip upWe fly past they look upThey don't last we give upThey don't blast we clip up then emptyAnd indeed we hit the target yea these niggas think they the shit and they ain't even farted yetStyle incomplete like a garbage ass quarterbackMy office is forreal ah fuck sack, niggas getting coffin in the VilleWay too often and it feels wrongNew York Niggas fuck with me I got em singing Ville songsI guess it's only right cause we grew up singing they shitBig shit, Mase shit, Nas shit, Jay shitTimes for a Carolina nigga to take his place with the greatsA slim nigga making bold statementAy J. Cole how you do that there? -I hear you blowing up my niggaI'm like, true that yeaIn Ny but smile everytime I flew back thereThat Carolina, Fayettenam oh yea my crew back thereI go home been so long they saying, you back here?Took a turn for the worst boy don't move back hereDon't do that! You who that?He rep the Ville when he spit it told you he be back with a record deal and he did itNigga, fuck spinning on my pivot homie, I'm finna travel to the reps blow the whistle on meI got a whole fuckig city that's just sitting on meBut yea it fits on my back, my state is sitting on thatWill I drop? I think not I get up while they stop-like a sleeve on tank topsThey ain't give it all they got so they flopSo hey watch, how I'm finna take their spotNow I'm starring and they not-let me show you how to stay hotI play not man I'm killing em even your idols feeling em dogThe same nigga who used to chill in the mallWhile they were still in the mall, I was up there spilling my rapThe hero fighting them just to put the Ville on the mapNow I amNow I am, hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them, Mr. Fayettenam heyHey and raise your glasses and your glasses and your glasses to the sky andThis is the last call for alcohol
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Yea, ay yea Fayettenam
Now I am, hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them, it's the Fayettenam hey
Hey and your glasses and your glasses and your glasses
To the sky is, 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
Now I am, hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them, it's the Fayettenam hey
Hey and your glasses and your glasses and your glasses
This is the last call for alcohol
This is the warm up!
So get cha back up off the wall
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 the spliff up, our glasses then sip up
We fly past they look up
They don't last we 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 ah fuck sack, niggas getting coffin 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
Times for a Carolina nigga to take his place with the greats
A slim nigga making bold statement
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! You who that?
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 who used to chill in the mall
While they were still in the mall, I was up there spilling my rap
The hero fighting them just to put the Ville on the map
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
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