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Ok they donât want it they one hundred we one million
Got it I flaunt it, not crazy just passion
All apart of Godâs planning preordained from the jump and I promise to never lose it
Pick your poison paper hungry like Pookie how I need it give me my money it just keep calling
Bitches hoeing on my homies trying to get me to beat it
Never knowing that the plan was to pass 'em like back then
FaceTime shorty call it how I see it
Ever since mama said the street lights we had to beat them
This shit is fire like that light switch laced to your backside
This got me feeling like that time I got my first kiss, Recess shorty Allenwood Elementary
Truth or dare I need the cutest girl to put these lips on and luckily I was the cutest guy it won't no problem
I wonder if she knew that boy grew up to had to act right
I wonder if she knew that boy grew up to live that rap life
Ainât as rich as I wanna and can still loan her something
Ain't these bitches for everybody that be on to something
Ain't everybody thatâs onto something live a lonely struggle
Itâs just me and my homies, invite only
We donât need your input shorty
We want money, we donât want fame
I donât need your outlook on me
Iâm just living no sideline watching
Iâm just pimping while my side bitch watching
God bless the real, death to all the phonies
Itâs my party invite only
Pardon me partner Iâm too busy staying polished
Meanwhile my conscious telling me Iâm too modest
I let you niggas think that I was slipping cause of the singing and positivity
Well that ainât right
See Iâm still that same mamma fucker that will have your baby mama sending confirmation numbers for them flights
See yall do it on say and we do it on sight
And we in it for life then yall in it for likes
Thatâs why Iâm in it for keeps and yall barely keeping up
I should put yall on my will most yall niggas is my kids
Wonder how your daddy feel to know his baby boy ainât his
Wonder why yo mom ainât tell him what it was from the beginning
So itâs back to the cheese like wipe that smile off yo face
And all I want is my credit when it comes to Fatherâs Day
So you can hop off my meat land on another wave
We never playing it safe when we know that Jesus can save us
âTil then...
Itâs just me and my homies, invite only
We donât need your input shorty
We want money, we donât want fame
I donât need your outlook on me
Iâm just living no sideline watching
Iâm just pimping while my side bitch watching
God bless the real, death to all the phonies
Itâs my party invite only
Three ounces in the ziplock
This underground hip hop
Bought the Ferrari drizzop the cityâs streets is hizzot
The A/C on full blast chilling as I roll pass
Only dope we slang as long as supplies last
Though I never run out we got stacks to gain
All the antics and thangs and gun cabinets they hang
In case you try to bring it and assuming we canât hang
We assemble quickly dismantle your whole gang
Proceed to board the plane the pilotâs my main man
So itâs nothing to us living like the Gold Rush
I once rode the bus but now I drive a Rolls
Pull up to my tour bus pick up bags on a roll
What you know bout slanging your lyrics like dope
Real shit they pay me for so you never see me broke
Understand what you niggas getting a little culture from two of coldest living
Itâs just me and my homies, invite only
We donât need you input shorty
We want money, we donât want fame
I donât need your outlook on me
Iâm just living no sideline watching
Iâm just pimping while my side bitch watching
God bless the real, death to all the phonies
Itâs my party invite only
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- True Colors