Warrior
Let's get it rolling motherfuckers!
I ain't playing right now
Aight!
Had my back against the wall, but now I'm back again to brawl
Not a football player but I'm tackling them all
Better watch ya glass mouth 'cause I'm shattering some jaws
This a deadly bidness like we're packing in some raw
With that said, I don't have the attitude to fool around
I'll smoke this beat, turn the track into a hookah lounge
My dangerous addiction like a pack of cancer sticks
Point is, you'll turn out worse than an Adam Sandler flick
Living by my word, bitch I ain't finna take it back
Letting off mad rounds like a nickel plated mag
I'm finna take out these stars like a black hole
While these fucking pussies hating on the hard type, ya mad bro?
Test me, I'm deadly, get to chopping like I got machetes
Come with me, I'm against all odds like Makaveli
If you test my patience when I'm amped for mic slaying
Then I'll shut down ya Jukebox like Kanan
With nothing on my mind but sweet victory
You can try, but can't stop juice within me
No second for resting when I grind the hardest
Nah, this ain't the end, in fact I only started
Who want it?
Yo I done swam with the sharks and tussled with tigers
Just adding fuel to this combustion of fire
That's what I've been doing with a bit of a Pac influence
With some Tech N9ne, Eminem and Nas infused in
I'm the hardest motherfucker, these fake ass fools are just not
But only time they are is in a suit in a box
Bitch please, ya can't compete with my competitive nature
If we're in the same game, I'm on a higher level then player
But watch me soon run it though like it's Monopoly
With my hostilely modesty mixed with no apology
At a stature that is more monstrous than a kaiju
Bitch I'm on some hot shit like I'm Ice Cube
I go out with a bang, hitting harder than bucket drummers
I blast it like it was from a hunnid gunners
Run for cover, you don't wanna be another sucker
'Cause I was born as a warrior motherfucker
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
And let's see who wanna play now
I can do this kind of shit all day pal
Yeah, time to take the fakes out
When we don't have to try to go chase clout
With nothing on my mind but sweet victory
You can try, but can't stop juice within me
No second for resting when I grind the hardest
Nah, this ain't the end, in fact I only started
Motherfucker
Ha
Let's go
I ain't playing right now
Aight!
Had my back against the wall, but now I'm back again to brawl
Not a football player but I'm tackling them all
Better watch ya glass mouth 'cause I'm shattering some jaws
This a deadly bidness like we're packing in some raw
With that said, I don't have the attitude to fool around
I'll smoke this beat, turn the track into a hookah lounge
My dangerous addiction like a pack of cancer sticks
Point is, you'll turn out worse than an Adam Sandler flick
Living by my word, bitch I ain't finna take it back
Letting off mad rounds like a nickel plated mag
I'm finna take out these stars like a black hole
While these fucking pussies hating on the hard type, ya mad bro?
Test me, I'm deadly, get to chopping like I got machetes
Come with me, I'm against all odds like Makaveli
If you test my patience when I'm amped for mic slaying
Then I'll shut down ya Jukebox like Kanan
With nothing on my mind but sweet victory
You can try, but can't stop juice within me
No second for resting when I grind the hardest
Nah, this ain't the end, in fact I only started
Who want it?
Yo I done swam with the sharks and tussled with tigers
Just adding fuel to this combustion of fire
That's what I've been doing with a bit of a Pac influence
With some Tech N9ne, Eminem and Nas infused in
I'm the hardest motherfucker, these fake ass fools are just not
But only time they are is in a suit in a box
Bitch please, ya can't compete with my competitive nature
If we're in the same game, I'm on a higher level then player
But watch me soon run it though like it's Monopoly
With my hostilely modesty mixed with no apology
At a stature that is more monstrous than a kaiju
Bitch I'm on some hot shit like I'm Ice Cube
I go out with a bang, hitting harder than bucket drummers
I blast it like it was from a hunnid gunners
Run for cover, you don't wanna be another sucker
'Cause I was born as a warrior motherfucker
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
And let's see who wanna play now
I can do this kind of shit all day pal
Yeah, time to take the fakes out
When we don't have to try to go chase clout
With nothing on my mind but sweet victory
You can try, but can't stop juice within me
No second for resting when I grind the hardest
Nah, this ain't the end, in fact I only started
Motherfucker
Ha
Let's go
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Writer(s): Rye Guether
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