feat. Marco Polo & Torae

Sometimes I sit back, reminisce how we used to round up
Cuties around the way and play run catching kids
Once we tagged them it was it
Now we got them on a man hunt
Romey don't even know, your parents couldn't stand us
It was all fun and games, sunshine and rain
Love was one and the same, through the joy and pain
Share dreams of fortune and fame,
One of us make it big, we all get a portion to maintain
None of us paying attention to how often things change
Adjust sideways and strange things became
Some lame odd names try to put us to shame
We wooped them out showed them what we was about
Outnumbering us they try to run the bomb rush
Son, dunk this clip, got em all pour for us
We fold the price storm, with questions about the officers
As long as we held each other down, they suckers took a lost to us

[Hook] x 2
Loving the sound of the warrior's drum
Loving the sound of the warrior's drum
Loving the sound of the warrior's drum
Somehow ease the pain got me feeling all numb

A lot of things popped off because of us
It was like everywhere we would go, we bought the motherfucking rockets
Couple shooters waved they heat at us, but it ain't bust us
Connections mean consequences, repercussions
You already know it, no discussion
Pressure bust pipe, combustion combustion
What's your function?
My gun got shipped to the island from the junction
Mami don't know, I'm running the streets
Thumping into something for real
Chopping it up for a mill
Out here, getting it in
Deal or no deal, haters get cold stealing ice picks
For they home grill
Seems like just yesterday my home boy got killed
I ain't over it yet, I'ma always be ill
Smash city all day, you could relax and chill
I do the math in bill, that ain't the half either still
If you knew what I know,
You'd probably feel how I feel

[Hook] x 2
Loving the sound of the warrior's drum
Loving the sound of the warrior's drum
Loving the sound of the warrior's drum
Somehow ease the pain got me feeling all numb

Nigga you ever took a hit of the pure, that unstopped on
That's what you get when we spittin, this shit is heron
Type of shit you be dead from, too high overdose
Niggas try to ride with us, but they couldn't come close
To decipher the codes, deciphering the frauds
Imitating other niggas lifestories in records
Shit is really cb4, chris rocker's a profit
Cause he told us that what happened
Shit was sorry cause he stopped it
Getting back to the topic, the warrior's drum
Soon as marco hit that, you hear them warriors come
And if you wasn't worried, you dumb
The word in the slum, is that he hale from connie island
where the warriors from
Nigga I ride the victorious one, in any battle
Imprint them with that ar logo they was tattered
Fuck is better than care food, you see me in stacks
You catch the faith, fuck up your face, fade you to black

[Hook] x 2
Loving the sound of the warrior's drum
Loving the sound of the warrior's drum
Loving the sound of the warrior's drum
Somehow ease the pain got me feeling all numb.