J. Cole - Last Call lyrics

La la la laaaa, la lala la lalaaaa

Now I am (Here's to the Roc')
Hey and they ask and they ask and
They ask and I tell them
(Here's to Roc-a-Fella) It's the Fayettenam
Raise your glasses, your glasses
Your glasses to the sky and
(Here's to the Roc')
This is the last call for alcohol
This is the warm-up

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

And they ask and they ask and
They ask and I tell them it's the Fayettenam
Put your glasses and your glasses and
Your glasses to the sky
This is the last call for alcohol
This is the warm-up!
So get your back up off the wall

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 common sense
To wrap his dick up
Toast, let’s lift up our glasses, then 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 the shit and they ain't even farted yet
Style incomplete like a
Garbage ass quarterback
My offense is for real, ay fuck sack
Niggas getting coffined in the Ville
Way too often and it feels wrong
New York niggas fuck with me
I got 'em singing Ville songs
Guess it's only right because we
Grew up singing 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 making bold statement
Uh, 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 every time 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, yo who dat?
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 till 'refs blow
The whistle on me i got a whole fucking city
That's just sitting on me
But it fit's 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 starting 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 used to chill in the mall
While they were still in the mall
I was up there spilling my rap
The hero fighting villains just to put
The Ville on the map

And they ask and they ask and
They ask and I tell them it's the Fayettenam
Put your glasses and your glasses and
Your glasses to the sky
This is the last call for alcohol
This is the warm-up!
So get your back up off the wall

Yeah man so shit, this was The Warm Up
Um, what can I say, what can I say?
If you heard The Come Up that was about
Just a lil nigga from North Carolina man
Fayettnam to be exact
Moved to NYC, chasing the dream
I used college, if y'all niggas don't know
I used college as a tool to get to New York
I ain't have no family up
Here or nothing like
That, I came up here on a scholarship
Nigga went to college
And the whole time I ain't even think
I would have to finish college
I just thought I'd be signed by my freshman
Year so I wouldn't have to finish college
But it didn't happen like that obviously
A nigga graduated and things
Started falling into place
I got more focused, I dropped The Come Up
And I look at The Come Up like
How kinda like how 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 who know that feeling man
You try out
You think you deserve to be one the team and
You go that day to look at the cut-list
You wake up and you can't even sleep, you're
Like, "Damn I'm gon' make the team
I did my thing at tryouts"
You go to the list all the niggas is
Looking at their names on the list
Some niggas
Is like, "Aww shit I see my name nigga
I'm good, I'm good nigga I'm good
I see my name"
And you're looking for your name, and
You kinda play in the back
Tryna wait for niggas to clear
Out cause you're not sure
And you go to the list
And your name ain't there and you're 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 go harder and so that's kinda
How I took the rap shit when
I put out The Come Up
Cause ever since I was 15 I thought
I was supposed to be signed
But, you know, shit
Everything happens for a reason
So shit fast forward to The Warm Up
This just me, like you know
Me being that nigga that's
Practicing and making sure
It's no way, it's undeniable that
When I go to tryouts, there's
No fucking way the 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 finishing the mixtape, the deal comes
Thank God
I'm blessed everything happens for
A reason and
It couldn't have been with a more fucking
With a better fucking squad
You know the niggas I got on
The squad if you listen
To this then you might have
Heard who I signed with
I ain't even gon' blast it off like that
Shoutouts to, you know, Mark Pitts
Definitely
Shoutout to my nigga Mike Rooney, my nigga
E, shoutout to my whole fucking crew, man
That's The Warm Up is about man
RG what's good, Mike Shaw, my nigga
Mez, Mez held me down, nigga
More than anybody in the whole
Fucking, in the whole crew, honestly
So shit, let's get it, man
We got a lotta shit for '09, '010, '011
'0 goddamn 35
That's all I got man, that's The Warm Up
I made the team
So when you go from making 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 league
Nigga trust me
I ain't get no deal and fucking 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 listening man
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