Warren Hue, Seori - Warriors Lyrics

Warriors with a big heart
No fear, come alive

Warriors with a big heart
No fear, come alive

Warriors with a big heart
No fear, come alive
Come alive

English class, I learned how to use commas
Grew a bit older now I can't use commas
Blue dollars I swapped for the red, I'm too stylish
Protect myself surrounded by the steels like canned food products
All my life never had school problems, now the whole game like a food chart
And they got a section for new Madonnas and new pajamas
Rappers be sleeping in the fish section there's new piranhas
Bite your whole sound, like Shazam, I shocked the newcomers
I'm not a doctor, I can't save this
Even money, I buy the store, my clothes replaced it
See the hundreds layed on my bedside
No, I'm not a wave, but I said bye to old habits
Ledge high, I'm outstanding, high standards
You weak rappers can't stand right
You know my nan tight
She praying every damn night for me
She praying every damn night for me
Every damn night for me

I don't need fortune cookies, to tell me a message
That just be faker than a plastic obsession
I make the bank from expressions
I learned a lot from the lessons that my grandparents were stressing me about
I don't need weapons to spit out the rounds, the world 'round filled with magazines
Comic books don't feature Asians with hella dreams
I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off
I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, yeah

Warriors with a big heart
No fear, come alive

Warriors with a big heart
No fear, come alive

Warriors with a big heart
No fear, come alive
Come alive

Waiting for the rising heart
Crashing down
Oh, your all
Feels so unusual
I'm crying out to

Ay, your chopsticks for the paper, my chopsticks gave us power
I'll bow down, but I bow when the chop hit, on your temple
My temple stands on respect, your temple used for the net
Your temple used for the clout, your temple hangs around clowns
Whoa, whoa, whoa
My temple hangs around clouds, 88, that's the set that I rep
Everywhere is a set for you, get your clothes and get dressed
Ay, you an actor, you a phony (ay)
I'm champion where's the trophy, I'll grab the mic, so you'll know me
In the studio feel like I'm sitting down on some coach seats (yeah, yeah)
I'm by my lonely, you're the best? Better show me
Your Louis Vuitton for showpiece
My Louis fit on me cozy, I go deep (deep)

Uh yeah, uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Cozy, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Hm, hm
Hm, hm
Yeah