Lyrics
Yeah
Nah, just, just a warm up
Yeah
I feel like, I feel like they forgot, for real
Yeah, we’ll see
I’m just getting warmed up
I’m just getting warmed up
Woo, I’m just getting warmed up
I’m just getting warmed up
Couple shots here to warn you
I see your shot man, get your form up
I show no signs of this just slowing up
I’m just getting warmed up
Yeah, this may be a shocker
This may be improper
Oh, it’s not my fault bro
This is Silkk The Shocker
How you feel that heat man?
This is not the sauna, this is not the hot stuff
This just putting shots up, this is the Black Mamba
On the court when the whole squad has hit the showers
And the rest of the roster all have hit the lockers
I’m still flexing behind these bars like this is lock up
I’m still here like loc ups on the top of rastas
I’m still here like angels all up in your pasta
I’m still here like Wake Up, calling out imposters
Microwave, I call it
I’m just getting warmed up
By the grace of God
Ain’t no other reason that I stayed alive
This your buzzer beater, this my layup line
Man I feel like 'Bron
I’m just getting warmed up
Just a caterpillar player waitin' on the bench
Overly dedicated way before the butterfly was pimped
What if I skimped?
I’d have never made it on the scene
But I didn’t, staying fly
Waiting in the wings
Back to rock the boat, I’m tipping the scale
Push the envelope, I’m ticked with the mail
Can’t get caught up in the trick or the fail
Or makin' art just so my tickets could sell
I’m kind of a student
I follow the truest, Yeshua
I’m black but I’m tryna look Jewish
I been working hard in silence with no peace
So all you can tweet is fire emojis
So all you can tweet is fire emojis
Couple shots here to warn you
I see your shot man, Get your form up
I show no signs of this just slowing up
I’m just getting warmed up
This is true passion
Ain’t got a Plan B, it was too distracting
I got a family and a idea how to put it together like IKEA
I know my chances was Aaliyah, workin' with one in a million odds here
Make it big, reasons not to remember
I only graduate high school, remember?
Small city that they just fly through, remember?
It’s Ak-town but I hit the freeway
Tryna catch that feelin' listenin' to my own beat tapes
All my own tracks so I’m on my own relay
Me race on myself givin' no leeway these days
Last album felt like a screenplay
Each phrase had an obscene way to seem like a scene, wait
Did you get enough of Sinema or did you free weight?
Miss a couple bars when you replay Team Same
Either way I’m finna deviate from the cliche 'til I decay
No I didn’t abbreviate
Originality takes time and I hear a lot of remakes
A lot of remake sweepstakes
A lot of these tapes need pay
Hide true colors, say the King can’t see race
That’s a lie I’m here to erase, whoo!
I’m just getting warmed up
I’m just getting warmed up
Couple shots here to warn you
I see your shot man, get your form up
I show no signs of this just slowing up
I’m just getting warmed up
