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j cole - last call lyrics

“last call”

[intro:]
yea, warm up!
la-la-la-laaaa, la lala la lalaaaa

[verse 1:]
yea, ay yea fayettenam
now i am, hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and i tell them, it’s the fayettenam hey
hey and your gl-sses and your gl-sses and your gl-sses
to the sky is, yea this is the last call for alcohol
this is the warm up
yea, look now to the few n-gg-s out there who heard my last sh-t
which if i must say so myself that was a cl-ssic
i never been the type to ride my own coat tail
but it’s obvious i’m here to stay, a f-cking hotel
i 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 up
look all he wanted was a deal so when he got it he just faded
but tell me what’s a deal when you want to be the greatest?
so jay i appreciate it, h-ll of a stepping stone
wonder if he see it in my eyes i’m trying to get the throne
wonder if the people know how many nights i spent alone
making beats writing rhymes, thinking deep fighting time
i’m getting better but wasn’t getting younger
and all that time can make the most confident n-gg- wonder
but never doubt it or allowed that sh-t to phase me yo
just switch my thoughts up like the stations on the radio n-gg- 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 hey
hey and your gl-sses and your gl-sses and your gl-sses
this is the last call for alcohol
this 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 up
i know my girl be praying lord just keep his pants zipped up! –
now if some groupie b-tch is on his d-ck then make it’s stiff up,
at least give the n-gg- commonsense to wrap his d-ck up
toast the spliff up, our gl-sses then sip up,
we fly past they look up
they don’t last we give up
they don’t blast we clip up then empty
and indeed we hit the target yea these n-gg-s think they the sh-t and they ain’t even farted yet
style incomplete like a garbage -ss quarterback
my office is forreal ah f-ck sack, n-gg-s getting coffin in the ville
way too often and it feels wrong
new york n-gg-s f-ck with me i got em singing ville songs
i guess it’s only right cause we grew up singing they sh-t
big sh-t, mase sh-t, nas sh-t, jay sh-t
times for a carolina n-gg- to take his place with the greats
a slim n-gg- making bold statement
ay j. cole how you do that there? i hear you blowing up my n-gg-
i’m like, true that yea,
in ny but smile everytime i flew back there
that carolina, fayettenam oh yea my crew back there
i go home been so long they saying, you back here? –
took a turn for the worst boy don’t move back here
don’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 it
n-gg-, f-ck spinning on my pivot homie, i’m finna travel to the reps blow the whistle on me
i got a whole f-ckig city that’s just sitting on me
but yea it fits on my back, my state is sitting on that
will i drop? i think not i get up while they stop-like a sleeve on tank tops
they ain’t give it all they got so they flop
so hey watch, how i’m finna take their spot
now i’m starring and they not-let me show you how to stay hot
i play not man i’m killing em even your idols feeling em dog
the same n-gg- who used to chill in the mall
while they were still in the mall, i was up there spilling my rap
the hero fighting them just to put the ville on the map
now i am
now i am, hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and i tell them, mr. fayettenam hey
hey and raise your gl-sses and your gl-sses and your gl-sses to the sky and…
this is the last call for alcohol

[talking:]

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