Sensa - We Here (feat. SSGJB)
Ain't no one-on-one, noThe whole squad make noise like drums, you hear me
We locked in, blood, sweat and tears, I'm all in
Turn up, it's game time
Head of my class, the tip-top
My brother a hitter, don't get dropped
Family ties, no flip-flop
Chose from your main, make a pit stop
What y'all on, we here
Say the word, we there
Standing tall, we step
Breaking jaws and necks
Put a body on stretcher, treacherous
Sent a blitz, hope they catch him
Got the sticks like Texas, field work
My complexion, All-American built
I'm the real deal, stop
Want the smoke, then I pop
Get active, several bods
X and O's, I'm a star
Got em wishin' for a star, I swear
Kicks on, we here
Pants on we here
Pads on we hit
Gloves on, stay fit
Helmet on, strap up
You a hitter, step up
Time to get hype
Come on, team, go fight, fight, fight
Making noise don't need an applause
Success ain't free, I'm givin' my all
Givin' my heart, embracing these scars
Winning ain't promised, but why would I stop
Came from nothing, my prestige, relentless
I'm crashing out if it's me or him
Stick to the code, I'm staying solid
Not cutting corners, standing on my square
Money talk, if it ain't a bag
Cutting it short, don't need to hear him
Arms length from those other guys
They broke and lazy, won't stand near em
In the jungle with the lions and the bears
With a steak on my back and I dare em
Wanna plot , I'm givin' a twist
I'm favored in a lions pits
Kicks on, we here
Pants on we here
Pads on we hit
Gloves on, stay fit
Helmet on, strap up
You a hitter, step up
Time to get hype
Come on, team, go fight, fight, fight
Kicks on, they fresh
Pants trimmed, check the fit
Pads on, we hit
Gloves on, got finesse
Helmet on, strap up
You a hitter, step up
We go ape King Kong
Puttin' him to sleep like Tyson
Awh yeah
Written by:
Jerin Rountree, Lowery Jaafar
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