Colors

Running after gold like an athlete
Striking like a bolt
Call me Hussein
Sound like thunder mother fucker call me zues
Spitting filthy got my ego getting grown
Love these females that keep blowing me away
Hearing whispers demons talking say they tryna get fed
Spit that venom chase that gwala need that ghost to match
Crown on that wrist like you roll with your ex on that collar bone I think we need some Gold
You've been writing with that wrist in need some ice
Get it in noir you know blm
Been at this for a minute praying lord don't let me fold
Feeling lucky aye ma nigga roll the dice
Once again tell myself feel it coming so you know I'm all in
Been calling for my moment but it got me up on hold
Can't wait to feel the cheese
Three blind mice
And mama wanna see her boy on screen
Inhale
Keep calm
So I'm told... yea
But boy I need them rolls in plenty like some motherfucking rice

I want the bread
Want it in pink
(Pink)
I want the cheese
Like it in yellow
(Yellow yellow yellow)
Heard what I said
Don't mind it purple
So the demons feel pleased
Want that Guap saying hello

Running round this track like an athlete
Chasing dreams
I've been listening to meek
Spitting A1
Running to goal boy I'm happy with the feet
Quarantine needed boy I'm feeling really sick
Remember days was lighting pages with a bic
But now I use it too to light me up some
Might need that gas if you gone be on the road to the gold

Demons talking say they tryna get fed
Spit that venom chase that gwala need that ghost to match
Crown on that wrist like you roll with your ex on that collar bone I think we need some Gold

I want the bread
Want it in pink
(Pink)
I want the cheese
Like it in yellow
(Yellow yellow yellow)
Heard what I said
Don't mind it purple
So the demons feel pleased
Want that Guap saying hello