Just To Get By Lyrics - The Warm Up - J. Cole

That was the warm (that was the warm up baby) 

Aiight, Elite for real. One tape and Im up out of here 

One, yup, yea 

Lord please forgive me for my sinning, I aint saying that im finished but Im praying in advance 

Cuz they way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants 

Yea ball game-I swear the hoes wasn't in my plans 

When a nigga took a chance and came to the big city 

My beat machine the only fucking thing I had with me 

Like, Bobby had Whitney we were cooking up crack! 

But them 15 credits had a nigga off track 

Picture that!-The best rapper since lil Wayne in classes 

The best bachelor since Bruce Wayne with his Bachelors 

Remasterd this rap shit you hear the words coming from my lips, bastards 

I never crack, I got that chapstick 

I practiced til' that shit made perfect and served it to the people on a silver platter 

Now where's the ladder? 

Cuz either you gonna whine or climb, I choosed the ladder 

Know you haters is pissed, hold your bladder though 

Before you get tossed like a forward lateral 

We never tattle, let God handle that 

Or let the mob handle that, No soprano 

Half Black, half white Im a piano 

Im an animal my video on discovery channel 

Im a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas seize to exist 

Like a beach in a tsunami you'll find me in The Ville in the state of NC 

Bitch if I aint back home Im up in N-Y-C bout' that money probably 

Like a fucking robbery but I aint Jacking 

Im chasing dreams sort of like jeans 

Boy I aint slacking, Im chasing dreams sort of like Jeans boy I aint slacking 

Ay take a hard look at my drive nigga no hacking on my shit 

Im straight smacking niggas straight tagging niggas 

Yo Im freestylin' fuck ya'll niggas ya'll be wilding and IM OUT! 

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