Tee Grizzley – God’s Warrior (Video)

Tee Grizzley God's Warrior video

Tee Grizzley Shows How He’s “God’s Warrior”

One of Detroit’s finest in hip hop currently Tee Grizzley prepares for a large feast to come this year as the new “God’s Warrior” video emerges.

Grizzley opens up with letting many know why the rhymes are solidified from all real life situations and how he is today. With the last project “Still My Moment” circulating for him, it’s now time for Tee to show out even more since coming home two years ago.

This video follows up “God First” which was the first visual for the year and picking up steam featured on PnB Rock’s “Go To Mars” single.

Watch the new video and lyrics below

(You know everything a nigga say be facts man, like)
(I hope they don’t play this shit in court one day)
(If you look up some of the stories in my city)
(You will see the relation between the music)

Everybody with me clumsy
We all be droppin’ shit
Droppin’ niggas, droppin’ icicles, fuck a bitch, drop her at her momma crib
Not with the gossipin’, we do that robbin’ shit
Any means, I’m gon’ eat
Slide with the tank on full
Leave with the Glock on E

I got a K, it hold a hunnid
But I got lazy, only put 90
Money make your whole team vanish
That’s a paper trick, Origami
I be dolo, don’t need a posse
If you got the wave, I got the tsunami
Chain hit like Ike Turner
But I don’t beat bitches, I beat bodies
I just buss’ the Chain Reactions just to stump a nigga in Versace
Call me Martin, I stay with the Tommy
You lookin’ for me, pussy? Come find me
And I’m not gon’ snatch your chain
I’m gon’ take it off politely
So when I go back to sell it, it’s not damaged, not even slightly
Raised ’round killers, that’s how I’m cut
Find out where he stay, I don’t shoot the house up
Lay in that bush till you lames lock up
Whoever walk outside first drop somethin’
Lift that chopper, go nuts
That was his momma? So what?
Nigga that’s your fault, we wanted your blood
And your bitch take dick like a grown up
I’m a product of them streets
Sharks and hustlers, I’m from the deep
Bring a nigga to the feast
We not stingy, homey, eat
He get greedy, put him to sleep
They gotta identify him by his teeth
We gon’ kill you if you freeze when your job was to squeeze, n***a