Jaeti - Warriors Lyrics

It's Real
I survived days that were horrible
They put holes in my chest
I kept rhymin' like it was normal
I got guys, that got guys, that got guys
You got lies
Washin' windows
But you movin' up to fries
I coulda died
Over time I had to face it
Exposing flaws in the system
Moving like a virus in the Matrix
Exposed to the hatred
Born down 20 to the nation
I could have given up and stopped playin'
But I came from behind
No reserve for the grind
Just to be relevant
You gotta be ahead of your time
No sponsor
No handouts
No prophecy
No hope
Just harsh words
And brutal honesty
No joke
No play
No comedy
Nowhere to go but up
And no stopping me
God's property
Enslaved by the times
Trapped in the sunken place
Hypnotized by the grind
Warriors
I'm on this
Roam in the zone of the homeless
I ain't just in a the place to be
Homie I own it
Greeting my adversaries with a dial tone kick
Really wondering if nuisance shoulda rocked a towel coat with
The now GOAT, it's
Valley of the cutthroats, get
The Who's who
No PhD
But still schooling you
Hooty Hoo, Beats bump in your brain
They truly do
Against the grain
Like three seconds in the lane
Itching for fame
But I'd rather be righteous
You dealing with a chick
But she consulting with psychics
The worshippers of Isis
Freestyles written on Papyrus
Drippin' with sauce
It's a Crisis
I remember being broke
With my hands out
Whole life, up in smoke
Ain't no hand outs
Went to war in the jungle
Real talk, no mumble
An 8x10 cell a make Kendrick be humble, like

It's Real
I survived days that were horrible
They put holes in my chest
I kept rhymin' like it was normal
I got guys, that got guys, that got guys
You got lies
Washin' windows
But you movin' up to fries
I coulda died
Over time I had to face it
Exposing flaws in the system
Moving like a virus in the Matrix
Exposed to the hatred
Born down 20 to the nation
I could have given up and stopped playin'
But I came from behind
No reserve for the grind
Just to be relevant
You gotta be ahead of your time
No sponsor
No handouts
No prophecy
No hope
Just harsh words
And brutal honesty
No joke
No play
No comedy
Nowhere to go but up
And no stopping me
God's property
Enslaved by the times
Trapped in the sunken place
Hypnotized by the grind
Warriors
I'm on this
Roam in the zone of the homeless
I ain't just in a the place to be
Homie I own it
Greeting my adversaries with a dial tone kick
Really wondering if nuisance shoulda rocked a towel coat with
The now GOAT, it's
Valley of the cutthroats, get
The Who's who
No PhD
But still schooling you
Hooty Hoo, Beats bump in your brain
They truly do
Against the grain
Like three seconds in the lane
Itching for fame
But I'd rather be righteous
You dealing with a chick
But she consulting with psychics
The worshippers of Isis
Freestyles written on Papyrus
Drippin' with sauce
It's a Crisis
I remember being broke
With my hands out
Whole life, up in smoke
Ain't no hand outs
Went to war in the jungle
Real talk, no mumble
An 8x10 cell a make Kendrick be humble, like