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a backend everyday
Getting money staying out the way
I ain't really tryna conversate
You ain't talkin to me bout a play
Showed his true colors he a snake

hanging by a thread by a thread yeah
So don't show up out of the blue
This light's not green it's not for you
Your lies weren't white they're black instead

Blue blood, true stud, packing in the back seat
Seatbelts, no buckle, speeding in the back street
Lights and the siren, bacon for breakfast
Two dead

approaching
Window of opportunity
But the door is closing
For a bunch of
Wolves in sheep's clothing
False promoting
True colors showing
Self loathing
Plague

to break you piece by piece 
Don't let them puzzle you
Just keep it true weather changes and the seasons too
But there gon' always be a need for you 
Aw yeah

Paid in full all my hundreds blue mix the Louies with the trues
Gucci shoes all my friends are dead and all my opps are too
Gucci shoes all my friends

van go side to side
Mix colors, my palette and yours
In covers, a pallet on the floor
Spice out the cupboards, my palate adores
Taste of you, and I want

you a deuce
I'm sipping on pine, I mix it with juice
All black wit a skully I'm hanging wit blue
We factors, go head and bring out your crew
Got

Everybody starin' now
I was lost but now I'm found
Found my true self
Took a little time had to do it by myself
I had to separate to elevate
That's just how I

There's a song that I sing when there's no one else around
The words are hard to handle, but they're true
There's a blue note for the sad ones it's

I'm a summer baby
Tranced by the stars
I yearn for warm colors
Yet blue stains my heart
I never say what's really in my head
Like how I'd love you

Made 4 You

I was made 4 you. 
cnd I try to keep it secret, but it's true.
This is how I was created, boy what can I do?
I was made 4 you

These

onto it
But all I see is something shiny
With these bullet through it
Black man
So grip yo red and blue rags though
Tie them up together we mix purple in

bands
Real intimidation every time when you take a stand
Chacka chacka on me, every time I panned out the plan
Every true color form itself through

of this comes true to see
I'm just tryna change the
Color on your mood ring
We backed up and racked up
Slap the whole faction
Road Runner traction
Heading

on to the track, ain't expect it from a crackerjack,
That sexy bitch, I smack her ass,
Fall into those eyes, hypnotized by the color grass

Gang going to the addys

He don't want no smoke
But tell em we could get high
I live by the code
Them blue hundreds what I stand by
We coming for blood niggas that I was

of vivid blues and greens
You'll still say there's nothing left
Oh nothing left
It is true what they all say
That you can bring a horse to water
But you

Cause if I was an American
The problem that confronts our people today wouldn't even exist
As time goes by
My anger erupts
What you see's corrupt

Dem pussy-clat boy nah wanna see me

You was stone cold lying by the full wack rhyme writing
If I had some gasoline I'd ignite it, with my lighter,

more every night
Set the mood, let it all come through on the canvas
Mix your purple and blues till the color expands and
Feel your mind keep slipping

Killing Spree

Defari

Black Mask

1999

skill level at maximum
Dem pussy-clat bwoy nah want to see me
[defari]
You was stone cold lyin by the full wack rhyme writin
If i had some gasoline

fumble 

I got bubba I got trouffle 

Package just came in this morning 
By tonight my profit double 

New script just came in 
We bussin pints
 my

Two weeks of scraps with some stitches and glue
You'll hear the magic when my mix tape hits you
Verses attach into mystical music
Perfect my madness