Warmin Up

I feel like I was born in multiple times

Cus I'm old school, dealing with new niggas who just can't cope with these rhymes

At a studio or your funeral, I'm still spitting multiple times

And I tried to warn you, but you niggas kept crossing over the line

So I'm, throwing lyrical knives at you until you hopefully die

Droppin rhymes in order to keep your pedestal lower than mine

I'm a vocal mogul, I really don't know how to die

And if you're immortal, that just means I can kill you multiple times

People standing in line, waiting for a chance to berate me

But if you're just now buying tickets then I'm charging a late fee

I don't believe in a safety, I get a little bit racy

But I can still keep it classy, old sport, I'm greater than Gatesby

I met the sexiest lady who thought I just won the lottery

I looked her right in the eye and asked her just what she thought of me

She said I fucked all her friends and she owed me an apology

Gave me head just to fit in with them, that's social psychology.