Warm Up

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 Something for the fans
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 Yeah
 I'm the type to rent a hotel room just to feel at home
 I'm the type to rent a hotel room just to be alone
 I got an issue with people pretending they like what they don't
 Please don't bring up my issues unless you gon' deal with your own
 Please don't try to pretend like you keep it real, though
 Yeah it's funny that you got a lotta money
 But that money doesn't buy you skills, though
 I don't care if I am on the billboards
 On a killing spree
 I'm about to kill more
 Got a chain on
 You paid a mill' for
 I mean what you people even live for?
 I write raps, you steal yours, oh Lord (haha)
 We just getting warmed up
 Yeah, I said I was coming, I warned you
 So close to the fans
 I feel like they ride on my tour bus
 You wanna know what I do in my downtime?
 They come to my fortress
 I apologize for all the corpses
 It's a mess right now
 But I haven't had time to put the rappers in the coffins
 We ain't talked in like six years
 Why you writing me now?
 I just turned 100k down
 Just to keep the brand looking right, now (that's real)
 I ain't bragging about the money
 I'm just saying I ain't controlled by the bank account
 Or the bank amounts
 I'm a business man
 But don't touch my money
 I don't play around
 Lights out when the mics out
 About to hit the West Coast
 Hype crowds
 I just put a record out
 What you think I'm gonna pipe down?
 Nah, I've been looking for a beat
 Look what I found, woo
 I mean everything is coming out of my mouth
 Tried to tell me, yeah, I ain't had the right sound
 Oh, yeah, well
 Tell me what you think now
 Two records in the bag
 I ain't done, though
 What's coming next year?
 Let me hear the drum roll
 Don't flow
 Anybody wanna be the one to make an issue out of nothing?
 Imma hit you with my iPhone
 I know
 I'm a little out of hand now
 I ain't looking for a handout
 You didn't like what I was doing last year
 Which is funny 'cause you lookin' like a fan now
 Are you a fan now?
 I kinda miss being broke
 Now let me go back to my old days
 When I used to walk into high school
 And hand out my CD in hallways
 I told all my teachers that I'd be a rapper
 They smiled and looked at me, "Okay, that's a pretty nice dream, but you better get a real job."
 "Mmm, no way."
 Yeah I live what you dreamin'
 I could do this while I'm sleepin'
 I ain't the type that will bring up your name for nothing
 But please, don't give me a reason
 I'm on the edge now
 I ain't playin' with you
 Never really been a fan of takin' pictures
 I'm just being honest, yeah
 I'll take it with you
 Shows sellin' out
 Better get your tickets, oh Lord!
 I got a love for the fans
 I can't express what it feels like
 Sometimes I wonder if it's even real life
 Sometimes I look at the past and think about how I got here in the first place
 You know the glove is my birthplace
 I don't wanna be rude
 But I could get you on my worst days
 Say nothing for me
 Do it all the time
 Yeah they barely workin' while I'm workin' overtime
 Last year they like, "Who am I?"
 Now this year they like, "You the guy."
 Here's a little something for your car rides
 If they said I fell off
 They all lied
 Yeah, you know the logo
 Better recognize
 Yeah it's Real Music
 'Till the day we die
 Yah!