J. COLE

J. COLE - Last Call

rate me

Yea, warm up!

La-la-la-laaaa, la lala la lalaaaa

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 villians 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

Thanks to ghostshivs for correcting these lyrics

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