(feat. Blaze)



Yo, you think you're a warrior?



You know I die for honor. Uh



I'm a warrior man

Leaving bodies on the floor where they stand

Cause Shambhala is the law of the land

Keep my body with Nuabian brands, it's tattoos

Thinking you can see me is nutty like cash shoes

I'm on another level with money cause cash rules

Everything around me went bloody, I'm mad cool

My female friends are more than fuck buddies, but that too

Classy like Alicia and soulful like Badu

Respect is past due but I'm a take it by force

I'm a warrior, guess I got a passion for wars

Of course I could whip your ass like Bruce Lee did Chuck Norris

But it's cleaner to be coarse than leave you bleeding from your sores

Got a thing for the .44 caliber dawg

And every 200 yards pimp, my vision is raw

Not religion but the glory is God's

My persona is fame, inside the love of the all

We call it Honor, I'm a warrior



[Chorus]

[Verse] I got to ride for Honor

[Blaze] You know I die for Honor

[x4]



Behold my leverage

He holds the medicine

Honor, yea, to my soul my heritage

On the block where niggaz hold barettas kid

Hustling, 'til this rap shit blows like terrorists

A warrior stuck in this old experiment

Box projects and them lonely tenements

Blunt smoke mixed with the coldest beverage

Helps to deal with this life cause its cold as Everest

Went from black power, us holding a leather fist

To white powder exchanged with an open hand

It's like tug of war, pulling with the rope in hand

Tryna keep behind the line of death, damn I hope I can

My niggaz yelling what's good when I'm back

And Brooklyn's wondering what's good with the rap

So I tell them that I did all I could on this track

And when it rains, no umbrella, I got the hood on my back

Cause I'm a warrior



[Chorus x4]



I'm a warrior man

I'm always down to ride for my clan

Cause Shambhala is the law of the land

I'm the Sheppard, we don't sacrifice lamb, that's black sheep

Nor do we hit our women cause damnit that's passed weak

But if bitches think they hard they can get it with tagged feet

It's a jungle motherfucker, I'm letting the mack speak

I don't want to leave nobody deceased, but I will

Shit gets hot when you talk about heat, nigga chill

But I still get a thrill from the freaks, what I feel

With their humping like the fire for me, dollar bills

You can find your boy running the streets, Oxon Hill

To Southeast when I'm down in D.C., leave them killed

Think I'm ill many say that I'm sick, I'm profound

Keep it real dawg, I handle my shit, hold it down

With the skills bitches stay on my dick, the pussy pounds

And I still live for Honor it's part of wearing a crown

I'm a warrior...