Colors Lyrics

We're global now

Joan, wait a minute

Thank its time to feed the streets,

Y'all done finally woke the beast

If a nigga said smoke, roll him up like Swisher leaf

They had stabbed me in my back

And that shit was super deep

Everybody claim they real

But nobody real as me

Finna drop the Malice Tee,

Where did the love go?

Damn you know she in the dark, like

damn where her son go?

I remember when Hope raised them, but now we Raising Hope

I ain't talking catfish

I swear this shit been ugly though

It's a king's nightmare

No, I don't want the royalty

I just want the loyalty

I think this pain controlling me

It's more than thugging on that block

I swear more to see

Youngins keep on killing each other

Ain't how it's supposed to be

I dont just write songs, know I write poetry

I'm not Edgar Allen Poe

This shit feel like deja vu

I done seen this shit before

If you swear that you were solid, why the hell you tellin' for?

We might bend yo block in the old school

Paint your shit a different color ho

We gon' get it back in blood

We might spin the funeral pull up on you like A-Blood

You gon' get face shot from out a minivan

They get high and spin

Just like a ceiling fan

Thank its time to feed the streets,

Y'all done finally woke the beast

If a nigga said smoke, roll him up like Swisher leaf

They had stabbed me in my back

And that shit was super deep

Everybody claim they real

Ain't nobody real as me

Tell me who realer

Feel like Willie B

I'm a gorilla

I'ma still be on your ass tomorrow

I ain't Glorilla

We might go get high af

And go do a triller

I ain't blow cause I ain't drop yet

You be lyin'

You need to stop that

Niggas stupid

They lose they life over a hatchback

I just wanna explore the world

I ain't talkin' bout a hatchback

They ain't buy nun out the store

They just tryna make some cash back

Feel like Rylo

She called me broke cause I ain't Zelle

Even though he black as fuck

I'm just tryna make him pale

But it's not the ring

I'ma wish him well

You niggas don't know nothing

Bout your mama up in a cell

Now you gotta find a way to pay that 30,000 bail

All them niggas throwin' salt

I said I'm not a snail

I had to kick her out

Cause I don't like how that shit smell

All these niggas turn to rats

I ain't know this was show and tell

leave a nigga flat

Like a tire ran over a nail

We might bend ya block in the old school

Paint it different colors, hoe

We gon' get it back in blood

spin da funeral

We gon' leave it colorful