Video Warrior Ft Rjae de Never Broke Again 2024 Rap Lyrics

Never Broke Again - Warrior Ft Rjae Lyrics

What up bitch, I miss you dog
Nigga I miss you too bruh, I miss you too dude
Aye man, we gon' link up soon, I can' fuck with that cold nigga
(Ayy, DVOSK)
(Love makes me sick)
(NumbaOne, you blessed this)
Say that, man, be cool, bitch, I miss you, I'ma send you some shit
Aye man, my drug shit came back from the court system, some shit man
Love you bitch, stay gangsta
Love you too gangsta, stay gangsta

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 hell
Just free JBeezy out that cell

And in my heart I feel the tension
From these niggas tryna take me for my millions
Want me back up on that block, head-on collision
Homie spinning with intentions
Shooting and robbing niggas 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

Niggas 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 niggas know what the business is, hang with a whole lot of niggas
Bro we been cooling and chilling and running up Benjamins
I gotta get it to feed my family, oh yeah
I done made this shit 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 bitch, 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 shit 'bout we envisioned

Yeah, and now we living
We living it up, bags to the ceiling
And we don't give no fucks, you know the business
Many nights I prayed that it worked out just like fitness

And in my heart I feel the tension
From these niggas tryna take me for my millions
Want me back up on that block, head-on collision
Homie spinning with intentions
Shooting and robbing niggas 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