We do this shit the Luther way Sharp shoot and march through ya crew It has nothing to do with MLK Burning sage lit the way through the disarray Hit the stage blazed, made 'em raise and come out to play Y'all been taking double Ls like you hang around a J You're not down to blaze with two girlies from around the way Can't leave rap alone, we got hella ground to break And most these bitches motives fishier than rainbow trout soufflé Clout is gay, asked Blimes, she said that's okay to say 'Cause nowadays, you on watch like 40 in A Major Way People sending shots, but it don't phase me, bitch, I eat those I spit back flames that leave stains like Hot Cheetos I'm the daughter of a warrior, Laila Ali My city raised a G, never will you play my team I'm Draymond Green, Curry with the free throws Thai iced tea, is you beefin', bitch? I might be You'd have to reach a mountain peak to get as high as me The way I see is like piano keys, you ain't playing next to Gs You don't have the type of bags to handle all these groceries I have these niggas breaking backs for me on they bended knees To put it all out on the table like a centerpiece The shots you take play slow, I guess they're rendering We keep a thousand feet in front of you just like a centipede '90s energy, like Keanu Reeves in denim jeans And most cats don't know that we will rap Circles round you Urkels, that is no cap I'm Kirk Cap, my fleet strapped, you peeped that Take 'em back to Earth, give 'em a dirt nap Got yo mama dusting off her church hat I heard that I'm Raven, I have vision, it's badminton Make the birdie fly, your whole message is half written My gas tank has a match in it, the bar hath risen This ain't the intro, this a baptism
Warrior My mama raised a warrior My papa raised a warrior My mama raised a warrior Oh, my papa raised a warrior My mama raised a warrior My papa raised a warrior My mama raised a warrior Oh, my papa raised aTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
