J. Cole - Last Call Lyrics
[Intro:]Yea, warm up!La-la-la-laaaa, la lala la lalaaaa[Verse 1:]Yea, ay yea FayettenamNow I am, hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them, it's the Fayettenam heyHey and your glasses and your glasses and your glassesTo the sky is, yea this is the last call for alcoholThis is the Warm UpYea, look now to the few niggas out there who heard my last shitWhich if I must say so myself that was a classicI never been the type to ride my own coat tailBut it's obvious I'm here to stay, a *****ing hotelI 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 upLook all he wanted was a deal so when he got it he just fadedBut tell me what's a deal when you want to be the greatest?So Jay I appreciate it, hell of a stepping stoneWonder if he see it in my eyes I'm trying to get the throneWonder if the people know how many nights I spent aloneMaking beats writing rhymes, thinking deep fighting timeI'm getting better but wasn't getting youngerAnd all that time can make the most confident nigga wonderBut never doubt it or allowed that shit to phase me yoJust switch my thoughts up like the stations on the radio nigga now I am[Chorus:]Now I am, hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them, it's the Fayettenam heyHey and your glasses and your glasses and your glassesThis is the last call for alcoholThis is the warm up!So get cha back up off the wall[Verse 2:]Yea, now may I never slip up or let my grip upI know my girl be praying Lord just keep his pants zipped up! -Now if some groupie ***** is on his dick then make it's stiff up,at least give the nigga commonsense to wrap his dick upToast the spliff up, our glasses then sip up,We fly past they look upThey don't last we give upThey don't blast we clip up then emptyAnd indeed we hit the target yea these niggas think they the shit and they ain't even farted yetStyle incomplete like a garbage ass quarterbackMy office is forreal ah ***** sack, niggas getting coffin in the VilleWay too often and it feels wrongNew York Niggas ***** with me I got em singing Ville songsI guess it's only right cause we grew up singing they shitBig shit, Mase shit, Nas shit, Jay shitTimes for a Carolina nigga to take his place with the greatsA slim nigga making bold statementAy J. Cole how you do that there? I hear you blowing up my niggaI'm like, true that yea,In NY but smile everytime I flew back thereThat Carolina, Fayettenam oh yea my crew back thereI go home been so long they saying, you back here? -Took a turn for the worst boy don't move back hereDon'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 itNigga, ***** spinning on my pivot homie, I'm finna travel to the reps blow the whistle on meI got a whole *****ig city that's just sitting on meBut yea it fits on my back, my state is sitting on thatWill I drop? I think not I get up while they stop-like a sleeve on tank topsThey ain't give it all they got so they flopSo hey watch, how I'm finna take their spotNow I'm starring and they not-let me show you how to stay hotI play not man I'm killing em even your idols feeling em dogThe same nigga who used to chill in the mallWhile they were still in the mall, I was up there spilling my rapThe hero fighting them just to put the Ville on the mapNow I amNow I am, hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them, Mr. Fayettenam heyHey and raise your glasses and your glasses and your glasses to the sky and...This is the last call for alcohol[Talking:]
