The Warm Up Lyrics

I relate to Cole the way a quarterback relate to Brady

I just keep on getting better how I'm living amaze me

Used to be me chasing these girls but now they all chase me

No cocky shit, but I'm with your bitch and she calling me baby

Twenty Twenty-Three, this my best year yet

Told me I wouldn't even get this far but I was like "bet"

Give me the rock, reach for the stars, and I'm going for a set

Every shot a swish, damn, how I get so wet?

The same people who once my enemies seem to turn my friends

Maybe this how I rebuild bridges I thought had a end

I tell her she my everything, but we both know that's pretend

Diamond in the rough, bitch imma dog for the gem

Crazy the way true colors can blend

Tell them they're your everything, you at their back to defend

A year later we both reaching for the shot, but you too late to contend

I ain't tryna talk down on your name, I don't mean to offend

Throw the ball up, and I'll moss like Cam

Remember first year of high-school I was your man

Dreams of living down south need to work on my tan

Went from my best friend to my lover, now I don't know if you a fan

I relate to Cole the way a quarterback relate to Brady

I just keep on getting better how I'm living amaze me

Used to be me chasing these girls, but now they all chase me

No cocky shit but I'm with your bitch and she calling me baby

Twenty Twenty-Three this my best year yet

Go back a year or two and that's when we first met

I just wanna make it big, take off like a jet

Me with my Migo's somewhere tropical, bitch that's a triple threat

Quit crying on the phone baby I know you upset

I know that I lie but I swear this time was a test

No lie you been on my mind, I'm starting to think I'm the best

Cuz these dudes ain't competition to me, I'm a god, like I'm blessed

Crooked cops on every block

Homies holding guns, no these not no Glocks

M-Sixteens, no they don't hold no stock

Brothers doing time for a murder, only catch they cell in the rock

These people bleeding by the millions, these no longer drops

But they still worried about the mall and what they gon' cop

When that check slides in, u gon' buy those Crocs?

The chains too cold, but the fit too hot

Drop the change and let these problems stir up in the pot

They ain't even got time for tally marks they just sticking to dots

Apologize to mom, cuz I been sticking to thots

Yeah I been sticking to shine

And I don't mean to be rude, son of a goddess so I was meant to blind