never broke again & rjae – warrior lyrics
[intro]
what up b+tch, i miss you dog
n+gga i miss you too bruh, i miss you too dude
aye man, we gon’ link up soon, i can’ f+ck with that cold n+gga
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say that, man, be cool, b+tch, i miss you, i’ma send you some sh+t
aye man, my drug sh+t came back from the court system, some sh+t man
love you b+tch, stay gangsta
love you too gangsta, stay gangsta
[pre+chorus]
i just picture me rollin’, thuggin’ in that redeye
glock on my side and i’m just tryna keep my head high
what you expect me to do?
heavenly father, we living in h+ll
just free jbeezy out that cell
[chorus]
and in my heart i feel the tension
from these n+ggas tryna take me for my millions
want me back up on that block, head+on collision
homie spinning with intentions
shooting and robbing n+ggas for they tennis
and my mama didn’t raise me with no sisters
back to fighting court again like i ain’t got some more to give
know they hate on your child, mama smile, i’m warrior
i done been through the worst, i was hurt
brodie made his chopper burst
then we watched them all disburse
whatever works, i say it first, put him in the dirt, yeah
[verse]
n+ggas know what the mission is so they wanna stop me from getting it, yeah
don’t got too many friends, but i got a whole lot of benjamins, yeah
brodie caught him a sentence ’cause he had a whole lot of witnesses
these n+ggas know what the business is, hang with a whole lot of n+ggas
bro we been cooling and chilling and running up benjamins
i gotta get it to feed my family, oh yeah
i done made this sh+t here work even though you damaged me, oh yeah
at night alone, just me and runtz
don’t call my phone, been home for months
i wanna roll, me and my gun, yeah
me and the gang, know how we bang, but b+tch, we play to win
call up a blitz, he ain’t got whip, he still got gon’ spin a bend
he ain’t got no whip but still gon’ spin it
had to say it twice to make ’em feel it
remember on that post we smokin midget
talking sh+t ’bout we envisioned
[pre+chorus]
yeah, and now we living
we living it up, bags to the ceiling
and we don’t give no f+cks, you know the business
many nights i prayed that it worked out just like fitness
[chorus]
and in my heart i feel the tension
from these n+ggas tryna take me for my millions
want me back up on that block, head+on collision
homie spinning with intentions
shooting and robbing n+ggas for they tennis
and my mama didn’t raise me with no sisters
back to fighting court again like i ain’t got some more to give
know they hate on your child, mama smile, i’m warrior
i done been through the worst, i was hurt
brodie made his chopper burst
then we watched them all disburse
whatever works, i say it first, put him in the dirt, yeah
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