paroles de chanson Colors - King Royal

Yea, yea
Coming down Baseline, Young Royal fly as hell
Pull up to the scene with lil mama and she fine as hell
Put the moonrock in the grav man I'm high as hell
Moved a couple grams but I never wanted clientele, hold up
Praying that they let my nigga out the jail
"When he getting out?", only God and Father time'll tell
We dying over C-O-P's, we killing over YSL
My nigga gotta extra clip, it's longer than a lion tail
My potna got that pistol, but say no to violence
Nigga talking shit, we take yo chain and some notoriety
Always walking round like you hard, nigga show somebody
All them fake follows on the gram, you don't know nobody
Always asking me for handouts, like I owe somebody
Every time my nigga get a P, bitch he notify me
12 brought the momma to the corpse, damn she know the body

Colors, Colors, Colors, Colors, Colors
These niggas showing true colors (aye)
Most of these niggas probably snitch on they mother (aye)
If the price right, put a hit on they brother
They trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble
True colors show when it's trouble (aye)
RDE gang I'll ride for my brothers (aye)
RDE gang I'll slide for my brothers, yessir

It's up
Shit been moving slower than a double cup
These niggas losing they heat like the Summers up
Go against us, you gone always be the runner up
Run inside your house while you with your bitch cuddled up
Scare the kids, then hit the safe, fuck his money up
Tie his ass up with his daughter's rope for double dutch
That's how niggas do you when you on the grind coming up
That's how niggas do you when you start putting numbers up
Guap start coming up
IG flexers putting guns, putting money up
Feds start tapping in, the cops start showing up
Now you looking dumb asf, damn
MLK Royal, I move people
223 knock over 2 people
Survival of fittest, we work like fitness
Staying calm, boy that loud like a new speaker
RDE Royal doing 100 on the interstate
Box em in like Mayweather, beat they ass like MMA
These pussy ass rappers sweeter than some lemonade
Bro still messing with that white, Ricki Lake
Stole from the white man to put food on my dinner plate
I was on food stamps but never on Section 8
My nigga boutta that pistol play, accurate like Pistol Pete
Labels don't give a fuck about us in the industry
New rappers getting fucked over by the industry
Independent artists to these labels is the enemy
Wear the wrong colors in the city, you the enemy
Bullets start flying, get to ringing like a symphony, damn
Street niggas practice that kick door, ya
What you think they ride with a stick for, ya
Gotta watch your 12 and your 6 though, ya
Cause pressure bust pipes, niggas showing true

Colors, Colors, Colors, Colors, Colors (Let's go)
These niggas showing true colors (aye)
Most of these niggas probably snitch on they mother (Ya)
If the price right, put a hit on they brother
They trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble (They trouble)
True colors show when it's trouble (Ya)
RDE gang I'll ride for my brothers (Ya)
RDE gang I'll slide for my brothers, yessir, it's up

Street niggas practice that kick door, ya
What you think they ride with a stick for
Colors, Colors, Colors, Colors, Colors
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble
Yessir