Color Coordinated Lyrics

What's your color? 

There's only one answer, stop second guessing 

What's your color? 

I know this ain't the first time you heard the question  

Where you going? 

Never seen you around now that I'm thinking 

So What's your color?  

You tryna make it home?

We were only six knowing gang signs  

The one I showed Justin was the LKs 

Kindergarten couldn't color within those lines  

But I knew all the lines that the colors say 

For instance Red say five popping  

Black and gold yelling out Amor De Rey 

Got some brothers who grew up but call me cuz today  

But I was raised being told banging ain't the way 

My nigga bump that 

Who you think looked out for me? 

When momma couldn't splurge on the EBT 

And it felt like home was a life to despite go through every single fight with no currency  

Cut the lights cuz tonight ain't no current see? 

Till this day I'm scared it could happen currently 

Depending how this bank roll situated 

I just hope that I be color coordinated 

Pray that I make it 

Look 

They taught us ROY G BIV 

Ain't tell bout the colors that get you killed (Ain't tell bout the colors that get you killed) 

They taught us ROY G BIV 

Ain't tell bout the colors that get you killed (I'm crying I'm losing my niggas here) 

They taught us ROY G BIV Ain't tell bout the colors that get you killed 

And it got my nigga gone I'm crying I'm wishing that you were here 

Look now to be honest I wasn't close to no bangers when I was home 

Matter of fact my brother Kenny would just tell me niggas iffy  

And how he could never try to get put on but lil did he know 

Gang bangers were the niggas I admired  

They had ice on so never left the fye   

Bunch of bodies dropping rarely one of mine 

That's why it changed so much when the time 

I just turned thirteen yes another Bronx teen 

Grew up round violence and hoop dreams 

Got more in tune with the way niggas move so I can't be food, and nigga these things  

You can't teach, perspective corrects every rule you follow 

But what made me more militant follows  

Just after Kenny turned the same age as me  

Niggas ran up in the street to kill a kid that I know 

RIP Alphonza 

Look 

They taught us ROY G BIV 

Ain't tell bout the colors that get you killed (Ain't tell bout the colors that get you killed) 

They taught us ROY G BIV 

Ain't tell bout the colors that get you killed (I'm crying I'm losing my niggas here) 

They taught us ROY G BIV Ain't tell bout the colors that get you killed 

And it got my nigga gone I'm crying I'm wishing that you were here 

Look now when I moved from NY just know a nigga despised like everyone I ever met  

Till I got put on to marijuana from two niggas from Georgia and things ain't been the Same since 

Became brothers yeah them niggas held me down and even they father call me one of His 

So I called him pops 

The older brother was a Latin King so you know what mean nigga gotta share the same Opps  

Plus they gave me more clothes on my back, and some shoes there to match you think I ain't gon ride STOP 

Convos bout where grew up and stories of our lives including the dead homies we got 

The older brother told me bout his first blood and that's why he kept that one shell case That he got 

Then I searched up Alphonza story and found out who got him knocked  

And as my brothers fell asleep the news report reads it was a Latin King that had him Dropped  

So how a nigga look like chilling with em' now thinking I need revenge and I know how 

So how a nigga look like chilling with em' now thinking I need revenge and I know how 

So how a nigga look like chilling with em' now thinking I need revenge