Heartache Lyrics - The Warm Up - J. Cole

[Intro:] 

Yeah yeah yeah 

Elite Elite Elite... Elite 

Ya know 

[Verse 1] 

Yeah, yeah 

Slim nigga, lyrically on my limbs 

Bigga then a nigga hittin' the gym 

Regular benchpressin' the bar, 

Ten steps up from ya'll, you could follow my lead, 

If you shoot for the stars, I guess you aimin' at me 

But please hold your applause 

Ya'll holdin' up the wall goddammit I'm on the flo' 

Good Lord, can't you see me gettin' down on a ho 

And she drop it so low she sittin down on the flo' 

I never pound with the flo, at times I wonder 

Aye when they listen to my shit man can they hear my hunger? 

Or will these hatin' ass rappers try to steal my thunder 

Aye this is big shit poppin', you gon' need a plunger 

To take me under, niggas in trouble 

You lookin' at Lebron James of the game 

I could do anything that you name 

I could blaze any rapper in the game that you bring 

Pour gasoline on the brain, got the flame for that 

So you hatin' niggas refrain from that 

A little bitter cause yo game is whack 

I'll let Elite breathe, yeah 

I'll let Elite breathe, yeah 

[Chorus] 

Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me 

I know it won't be long 'fore you know about me 

My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind 

I'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mine 

Take what's mine 

Hey, hey 

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[Verse 2] 

A dolla and a dream, that's all a nigga got 

So, if it's 'bout that C.R.E.A.M, then I'm all up in the spot 

I'm just warmin' up, I'm hot but naw I ain't flashin' 

I never gave a fuck about no high-end fashion 

And maybe I was too broke, maybe I'm just too dope 

To rap about that regular shit, or bag a regular bitch 

These niggas talkin' like they on the next level and shit 

But Cole's flow so cold, Bet the devil get sick 

How do you want it? So sick I make you mentally vomit 

These rappers askin' for beats and they ain't even fit to be on it 

I see 'em writin' about rappers, I should be sick to my stomach 

Because they talk 'bout the future but didn't mention me on it 

So now I'm back in the kitchen, cookin' I'm meant to be one of the greatest 

No niggas seein' me, this century us and you hate it 

Look how I played it, other niggas was jaded 

Under-appreciated, now Carolina is rated 

I let Elite breathe, yeah 

Hey, uh uh uh 

I let Elite breathe, yeah 

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[Chorus] 

Aye you ain't gotta cry, don't worry 'bout me 

I know it won't be long 'fore you know about me 

My head's to the sky and I'm on my grind 

I'm reachin' for the clouds, tryna take what's mine 

Take what's mine 

Hey, hey