Warriors
Warriors around, don't get caught in the mosh pits
Fuel to the fire, ain't nobody could stop it
Trouble in my city, but you know I'ma cross it
Got a 40 on my hip and I'm liable to spark it
Throw down these hits, my clique is indivisible
I aim, you duck, I squeeze, now you invisible
I'm not afraid of getting physical
All these different chemicals are fogging up my visuals
Blood's on my hands, got slugs on my gunners
Yeah, we notorious, we ain't no runners
Blood's on my hands, got slugs on my gunners
Yeah, we some warriors, they ain't gon' don us
Blood's on my hands, got slugs on my gunners
Blood's on my hands, got slugs on my gunners
Put on my strap, put on the beam, put on the map, put on my team
Take out every motherfucker in between, know what I mean?
Bet on my stealth, bet on my aim, bet on my rep, bet on my name
Killing rappers, I'ma hang 'em by the chains for the fame
Never thought I wouldn't, now I'm running this
You don't want a problem?, ain't no motherfucking fun in this
I been in the jungle with the troops, tryna get it what it doos
Battling and I ain't ever lose, we some motherfucking warriors
(Drama)
Cover the map and still ain't nowhere you could find me at
Journey through the mind of an insomniac, I ain't ever sleep
Staying ready, keep an eye out for the fakes, for the snakes
Loaded clip and I'ma pull if something shakes
Uh, never go to battle if you plan a lose
Life a game of chess, you gotta plan the moves
Middle fingers up, I'm not a fan of rules
Fighting for the right to live in peace and not like animals
Blood's on my hands, got slugs on my gunners
Yeah, we notorious, we ain't no runners
Blood's on my hands, got slugs on my gunners
Yeah, we some warriors, they ain't gon' don us
Blood's on my hands, got slugs on my gunners
Blood's on my hands, got slugs on my gunners
Put on my strap, put on the beam, put on the map, put on my team
Take out every motherfucker in between, know what I mean?
Bet on my stealth, bet on my aim, bet on my rep, bet on my name
Killing rappers, I'ma hang 'em by the chains for the fame
Never thought I wouldn't, now I'm running this
You don't want a problem?, ain't no motherfucking fun in this
I been in the jungle with the troops, tryna get it what it doos
Battling and I ain't ever lose, we some motherfucking warriors
Fuel to the fire, ain't nobody could stop it
Trouble in my city, but you know I'ma cross it
Got a 40 on my hip and I'm liable to spark it
Throw down these hits, my clique is indivisible
I aim, you duck, I squeeze, now you invisible
I'm not afraid of getting physical
All these different chemicals are fogging up my visuals
Blood's on my hands, got slugs on my gunners
Yeah, we notorious, we ain't no runners
Blood's on my hands, got slugs on my gunners
Yeah, we some warriors, they ain't gon' don us
Blood's on my hands, got slugs on my gunners
Blood's on my hands, got slugs on my gunners
Put on my strap, put on the beam, put on the map, put on my team
Take out every motherfucker in between, know what I mean?
Bet on my stealth, bet on my aim, bet on my rep, bet on my name
Killing rappers, I'ma hang 'em by the chains for the fame
Never thought I wouldn't, now I'm running this
You don't want a problem?, ain't no motherfucking fun in this
I been in the jungle with the troops, tryna get it what it doos
Battling and I ain't ever lose, we some motherfucking warriors
(Drama)
Cover the map and still ain't nowhere you could find me at
Journey through the mind of an insomniac, I ain't ever sleep
Staying ready, keep an eye out for the fakes, for the snakes
Loaded clip and I'ma pull if something shakes
Uh, never go to battle if you plan a lose
Life a game of chess, you gotta plan the moves
Middle fingers up, I'm not a fan of rules
Fighting for the right to live in peace and not like animals
Blood's on my hands, got slugs on my gunners
Yeah, we notorious, we ain't no runners
Blood's on my hands, got slugs on my gunners
Yeah, we some warriors, they ain't gon' don us
Blood's on my hands, got slugs on my gunners
Blood's on my hands, got slugs on my gunners
Put on my strap, put on the beam, put on the map, put on my team
Take out every motherfucker in between, know what I mean?
Bet on my stealth, bet on my aim, bet on my rep, bet on my name
Killing rappers, I'ma hang 'em by the chains for the fame
Never thought I wouldn't, now I'm running this
You don't want a problem?, ain't no motherfucking fun in this
I been in the jungle with the troops, tryna get it what it doos
Battling and I ain't ever lose, we some motherfucking warriors
Credits
Writer(s): Kristopher Norton, Denis Omelchuk, Nikita Starovoitov, Vladimir Ivanov, Egor Sabodash
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