War On
What you waiting on?
Beat the odds
Can't wait on hand outs you'll starve
Darkness bring forth stars
Start competing with the world go to war
I can't be poor
That's in my core
My lord my lord you gotta open doors
If not I'm using force
Rapping till my voice is horse
Gotta winners mentality you just take score
Seen too many casualties
Grew from the fragile me
Can't let that hate rattle me
Really it's just baffling
Fell down and I'm back again
Cant detour from the master plan
Snap back no rubber band
And I am humble til my stomach rumble and its on
No sports arena but I'm coming for your dome
Keep your twenty twos I know that my mind is chrome
If you think you gonna use me call Tyrone
Dees niggas be groupies
Ima boss ina hoopdie
I don't have to rap about what I have material
I'd rather show you there is really miracles
Conquer what your fear the most
I know I'm chose
Got some thorns in me but I'm a rose
They judge you when you high and judge you when you low
Alls I know is to kick push coast
They would never survive with the hand I was dealt
Thinking you hard body life make you melt
Even the best expire get took off the shelf
You going to spend your life giving them wealth
Let a job stress you out give you bad health
How you grind hard for them and not for self
And Ion tell you nothing that I don't tell myself
But when I look around I'm talking to myself
Warrior
You are a warrior baby
War on War on baby
Beat the odds
Can't wait on hand outs you'll starve
Darkness bring forth stars
Start competing with the world go to war
I can't be poor
That's in my core
My lord my lord you gotta open doors
If not I'm using force
Rapping till my voice is horse
Gotta winners mentality you just take score
Seen too many casualties
Grew from the fragile me
Can't let that hate rattle me
Really it's just baffling
Fell down and I'm back again
Cant detour from the master plan
Snap back no rubber band
And I am humble til my stomach rumble and its on
No sports arena but I'm coming for your dome
Keep your twenty twos I know that my mind is chrome
If you think you gonna use me call Tyrone
Dees niggas be groupies
Ima boss ina hoopdie
I don't have to rap about what I have material
I'd rather show you there is really miracles
Conquer what your fear the most
I know I'm chose
Got some thorns in me but I'm a rose
They judge you when you high and judge you when you low
Alls I know is to kick push coast
They would never survive with the hand I was dealt
Thinking you hard body life make you melt
Even the best expire get took off the shelf
You going to spend your life giving them wealth
Let a job stress you out give you bad health
How you grind hard for them and not for self
And Ion tell you nothing that I don't tell myself
But when I look around I'm talking to myself
Warrior
You are a warrior baby
War on War on baby
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Writer(s): Natasha Lawson
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