Warm Up

Template:REAL ALBUM TEMPLATE**Warm Up** is a hype song by NF for his Therapy Session Tour. The track delivers bone chilling bars with an aggressive beat in the background to fill the atmosphere.

## Lyrics

Yeah

Something for the fans

Yo

I'm the type to rent a hotel room just to feel at home

I'm the type to rent a hotel room just to be alone

I got an issue with people pretending they like what they don't

Please don't bring up my issues unless you gon' deal with your own

Please don't try to pretend like you keep it real, though

Yeah it's funny that you got a lotta money

But that money doesn't buy you skills, though

I don't care if I am on the billboards

On a killing spree, I'm about to kill more

Got a chain on you paid a mill' for

I mean what you people even live for?

I write raps, you steal yours, oh Lord (haha)

We just getting warmed up

Yeah, I said I was coming, I warned you

So close to the fans, I feel like they ride on my tour bus

You wanna know what I do in my downtime?

Then come to my fortress

I apologize for all the corpses

It's a mess right now but I haven't had time to put the rappers in the coffins

We ain't talked in like six years, why you writing me now?

I just turned 100k down just to keep the brand looking right, now (that's real)

I ain't bragging about the money, I'm just saying I ain't controlled by the bank account

Or the bank amounts

I'm a businessman but don't touch my money, I don't play around

Lights out when the mics out

About to hit the West Coast, hype crowd

I just put a record out

What you think I'm gonna pipe down?

Nah, I've been looking for a beat, look what I found, woo

I mean everything that's coming out of my mouth

Tried to tell me, yeah, I ain't had the right sound

Oh, yeah, well

Tell me what you think now

Two records in the bag, I ain't done, though

What's coming next year?

Let me hear the drum roll

Don't flow, anybody wanna be the one to make an issue out of nothing?

I'mma hit you with my iPhone

I know I'm a little out of hand now

I ain't looking for a handout

You didn't like what I was doing last year

Which is funny 'cause you lookin' like a fan now

Are you a fan now?

I kinda miss being broke now let me go back to my old days

When I used to walk into high school

And hand out my CD in hallways

I told all my teachers that I'd be a rapper

They smiled and looked at me, "okay"

That's a pretty nice dream, but you better get a real job"

"Mmm, no way"

Yeah I live what you dreamin'

I could do this while I'm sleepin'

I ain't the type that will bring up your name for nothing

But please, don't give me a reason

I'm on the edge now, I ain't playin' with you

Never really been a fan of takin' pictures

I'm just being honest, yeah, I'll take it with you

Shows sellin' out, better get your tickets, oh Lord!

I got a love for the fans

I can't express what it feels like

Sometimes I wonder if it's even real life

Sometimes I look at the past and think about how I got here in the first place

You know the glove is my birthplace

I don't wanna be rude but I could get you on my worst days

Say nothing for me, do it all the time

Yeah they barely workin' while I'm workin' overtime

Last year they like, "who am I?"

Now this year they like, "you the guy"

Here's a little something for your car rides

If they said I fell off, They all lied

Yeah, you know the logo, better recognize

Yeah it's Real Music 'till the day we die, yeah!