True Colors

Man, you can cut me loose or keep cutting the check

The way that we been moving not the way that we met

I have a lack of patience for a lack of respect

While we were shaking hands they put the knife in my back

That shit will never kill me now I know where they at

Tryna build a business why they had to take it personal

They cutting my supply and everything that I've been working for

Nothing they saying is true

If no one down to help me I do what I do

Got to see some true colors while I was painting my view

Preaching to the choir got me tired but I'm blessed up

You should know you never gonna see us where you left us