In this track, K-Trap delves into the gritty realities of street life and the duality of his existence as both a rapper and an individual entrenched in illicit activities. The lyrics juxtapose moments of vulnerability with the harshness of criminal undertakings, highlighting the constant tension between personal safety and public persona. He speaks to the necessity of maintaining readiness ("warm") in a hostile environment, where law enforcement scrutiny is relentless and violence is commonplace. The recurring theme of blending in everyday life with the demands of survival underscores a poignant struggle for authenticity amidst chaos. The narrative also touches upon loyalty, camaraderie, and the stark consequences that come with their lifestyle choices. 🔫 #StreetLife #Survival #Duality #Authenticity
Warm
Lyrics
Bro, mans gon' out the last three nights, yeah
And every time mans step out I go to the DJ
I got a bill for you if you can run K-Trap "Warm"
Bro, I swear on my mother's life
I think it's one of the greatest songs to come out of our c-
I s-, like bro, do you know what it is? You know when you made it
You might not appreciate it like your fan
Lawd
(M1 on the beat)
I stop rappin' and reoffended (uh)
You know when the trap needs mendin' (fixin')
Too much mix in the brizzy (brizzy)
you know when the pack needs blendin' (blendin')
Buy it, cop it, tell me who shottin', the gangs are spendin'
You never beat the mash off one hand (bah)
Off to the bootin' (bah), your hand's all tremblin' (bah)
Too much cap I'm hearin', too much swag they wearin' (huh)
And they ain't bought no hammers
That's all backwards, man, that's scary (horrid)
Shootouts in the winter, lettin' off bine and my eyes all teary
My football boots been dirty (dirty)
You can't rap like that, you ain't certi' (you can't)
Only time I step out naked is when I'm fresh out the ensuite (fresh, fresh)
I know I'm a rapper, it's sorry to say, "It's on me" (person)
Pocket rocket, lock it, shorty thinks it's fake (huh)
Great, she don't know that I try get many in his face (baow)
If I fire this .4 in the neighborhood
You gonna hear goodness grace (gracious)
If I bust this brick in the kitchen
Listen, you gonna need two, three plates (bring that)
Prada drops 'cause I'm proud of bae
This one's long, but small like Nafe
Pick up them cases, don't want a case (you know)
Out here on the block and you know we're warm
(You know we're warm, you know we got it)
Feds wanna search for hammers
I know that they hope they're warm (warm)
Two L's, showin' love to the bells
Only go when the corn gets warm (beat it)
Phone call from bae as well
Home soon, make sure it's warm
Remember them man there try throw it
And gassed their works, they felt like poet (uh)
.44 and a 'Retta, get the ball rollin' (rollin')
I'm back and better, they hoped I wasn't
They're mad, they're fed up
Workin' smart not hard, that's better (mhm, mhm)
Anytime we do it, we step out clean
Couldn't care about CCTV
Wanna fly bae out overseas
But we're up and down like BTC (C)
6.3, it's a GLE
7K for the GLE
Seven plates, that's seven scenes
Brick of B, that's seventeen (boo)
G17, need ten .17's like Pooh and Guwop (glee, glee)
Old-school with a two-pot
Hold on, who's that there by the food shop? (Food shop)
Four corn, need suttin' to chew on? (Chew on)
Bad one wants suttin' to chew on (uh)
If I get three put two on
Press gonna hold it like I put glue on
Out here on the block and you know we're warm
(You know we're warm, you know we got it)
Feds wanna search for hammers
I know that they hope they're warm (warm)
Two L's, showin' love to the bells
Only go when the corn gets warm (beat it)
Phone call from bae as well
Home soon, make sure it's warm
Warm, warm
Can't go back if blood gets drawn, drawn
Send man home with their jackets torn
Writer(s): Devonte Kasi Perkins Martin, Ezra Jordan, Mozis Prince Aduu
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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