Letras
Ey, it's me JT
You know, I barely had my training wheels first round, and still had a better sound
Hahah... let's go
This ain't the warm up — this the afterburn
Watch careers turn to ash with every bar I churn
I gave y'all mercy back in round one
Now it's overdrive, better hope you can outrun
You're the rerun, I'm the season finale
Still king of the beat — Bali to Cali
Every step I take got 'em callin' me ruthless
Every bar you fake just proves that you toothless
Unc talkin' bout "back when I was on the come up"
But you still stuck there — still ain't done much
I been stackin' hits while you rehash plans
You a screenshot rapper — I'm the wave that spans
Claim you the GOAT, but you graze in a sandbox
I'm skyscraper talk, you the tools in a lunchbox
You were gassed up back in that daydream lane
Now I'm oil in the engine, fire in the flame
Streams climb steady while your wave done crashed
Your "comeback" flopped before the ink could splash
What's worse?
Gettin' cooked when I'm heated
And you still get deleted
I was just an EDM artist
Now I'm the genre's sharpest
What's the difference?
Your legacy's a ghost, boy
Mine's coast-to-coast, boy
I'm the headline, you the margins
Let's see who'll take it the farthest
I'm warmed up now
Why you lookin' so guarded?
I'm warmed up now
Why you lookin' so guarded?
I'm warmed up now
Why you lookin' so guarded?
I'm warmed up now
Why you lookin' so guarded?
Yeah
Cheddar Bob still shootin' blanks at the wall
While I'm architectin' hits like I'm buildin' a hall
Your throne's still a cot, I'm a penthouse view
Got receipts from the grind, every bar I prove
You glitch when the crowd start cheerin' my name
I'm the source code — can't copy my game
You play checkers, I'm grandmaster with knights
Whole board mine, I don't even need fights
I'm Nasdaq, numbers rise while you flatline
Fanbase built, every click, every tagline
Say I switched lanes? Nah, I paved the road
From the warm up tape to the legend mode
Back then, you said I was just a DJ
Now it's me rappin' while the DJs replay
Every hook I drop, whole club turn savage
Every verse I write got 'em callin' it classic
You're still claimin' crowns from a thrift shop rack
I'm droppin' plaques while you pray for a plaque
What's worse?
Gettin' cooked when I'm heated (Yup)
And you still get deleted (Gone)
I was just an EDM artist
Now I'm the genre's sharpest
What's the difference?
Your legacy's a ghost, boy
Mine's coast-to-coast, boy
I'm the headline, you the margins
Let's see who'll take it the farthest
I'm warmed up now
Why you lookin' so guarded?
I'm warmed up now
Why you lookin' so guarded?
I'm warmed up now
Why you lookin' so guarded?
I'm warmed up now
Why you lookin' so guarded?
Back then, I told you "this just my warm up"
Now every beat's a hit — watch the scoreboard jump
You faded overnight, like a cheap hair dye
I'm inked in the game, permanent air time
Your ego still fragile like the glass you fix
My bars break harder than your day job bricks
You had big talk, but your story was filler
I'm the plot twist villain and the ghostwriter killer
Still the predator, still prowl on the block
Every verse a headshot, every hook a lock
I'm seasoned — you still readin' the recipe
You sound dated like a burnt-out MP3
I'm the glitch in the matrix, upgraded my code
Now the whole damn system runnin' in my mode
You're a chapter I skipped — I'm the saga they stream
From the warm up kid to the nightmare dream
While you beg for a spark, I'm the full wildfire
Name ring bells in the streets and the wire
Captain Jack Taylor — empire intact
You warmed up once... but I never cooled back
Back then you laughed — now you bite your tongue
I'm the final boss, you the level one
Heat wave in the winter, storm in the drought
When I turn up the burner, ain't no puttin' it out
This ain't checkers, lil' homie, it's war chess
Every move clean, while your plays just leave more mess
From "Warm Up" to "Warmed Up," that's a flawless design
First I drew the blueprint — now the empire's mine
I'm Captain Jack Taylor