True Colors
They say money bring mo' problems
When I was broke I already had em
No complaining I just solved them
Going through the struggle made me a demon
I done things I wasn't pleased with
I'm just happy I'm still breathing
Back in school I was a gangsta
I was blood but I wasn't bangin'
Momma swear her son was slangin'
Money, cars, hoes and drugs
Money, cars, hoes and drugs
Loyalty before the love
Growing up I was a leader
Never followed other people
Tried to help the ones that need it
Found out my nigga was too greedy
Showed his colors couldn't believe it
Man whats up with all these secrets
If you my nigga lets eat together
Ain't gone hold you back no never
You ain't want me on yo level
But I shot up like a shuttle
Why you jealous I'm doing better
Damn its sad everybody left you
Fucked up bad and I can't help you
You was my nigga I was yo' foe
Kept yo' feelings on the low
Now you pouting like a hoe
This why I stay away from friends
This not gone keep happening again
Damn I thought you was my mans
They say money bring mo' problems
When I was broke I already had em
No complaining I just solved them
Going through the struggle made me a demon
I done things I wasn't pleased with
I'm just happy I'm still breathing
Back in school I was a gangsta
I was blood but I wasn't bangin'
Momma swear her son was slangin'
Money, cars, hoes and drugs
Money, cars, hoes and drugs
Loyalty before the love
You bout yo bread lets get this money
Don't be coming round acting funny
You know Dee, he ain't no dummy
Hoes be watching from a distance
Plotting waiting on me to get rich
Then they pop up in the picture
Mane the fuck wrong with these bitches
They got issues
Talk to much and I'll dismiss you
Keep that convo on that pillow
In reality I just wanna hit you
Won't take wifey out the picture
Ain't got time to have no mistress
Kay Kay say don't you be sneaky
We a team so what's the reason?
Don't like my life shouldn't be watching
Living basic that's yo options
You know we gone get it poppin
Think my son got him a cutie
No her mama, she's a beauty
Should've smashed that lil ol' booty
My next shot I'm not gone lose it
They say money bring mo' problems
When I was broke I already had em
No complaining I just solved them
Going through the struggle made me a demon
I done things I wasn't pleased with
I'm just happy I'm still breathing
Back in school I was a gangsta
I was blood but I wasn't bangin'
Momma swear her son was slangin'
Money, cars, hoes and drugs
Money, cars, hoes and drugs
Loyalty before the love
When I was broke I already had em
No complaining I just solved them
Going through the struggle made me a demon
I done things I wasn't pleased with
I'm just happy I'm still breathing
Back in school I was a gangsta
I was blood but I wasn't bangin'
Momma swear her son was slangin'
Money, cars, hoes and drugs
Money, cars, hoes and drugs
Loyalty before the love
Growing up I was a leader
Never followed other people
Tried to help the ones that need it
Found out my nigga was too greedy
Showed his colors couldn't believe it
Man whats up with all these secrets
If you my nigga lets eat together
Ain't gone hold you back no never
You ain't want me on yo level
But I shot up like a shuttle
Why you jealous I'm doing better
Damn its sad everybody left you
Fucked up bad and I can't help you
You was my nigga I was yo' foe
Kept yo' feelings on the low
Now you pouting like a hoe
This why I stay away from friends
This not gone keep happening again
Damn I thought you was my mans
They say money bring mo' problems
When I was broke I already had em
No complaining I just solved them
Going through the struggle made me a demon
I done things I wasn't pleased with
I'm just happy I'm still breathing
Back in school I was a gangsta
I was blood but I wasn't bangin'
Momma swear her son was slangin'
Money, cars, hoes and drugs
Money, cars, hoes and drugs
Loyalty before the love
You bout yo bread lets get this money
Don't be coming round acting funny
You know Dee, he ain't no dummy
Hoes be watching from a distance
Plotting waiting on me to get rich
Then they pop up in the picture
Mane the fuck wrong with these bitches
They got issues
Talk to much and I'll dismiss you
Keep that convo on that pillow
In reality I just wanna hit you
Won't take wifey out the picture
Ain't got time to have no mistress
Kay Kay say don't you be sneaky
We a team so what's the reason?
Don't like my life shouldn't be watching
Living basic that's yo options
You know we gone get it poppin
Think my son got him a cutie
No her mama, she's a beauty
Should've smashed that lil ol' booty
My next shot I'm not gone lose it
They say money bring mo' problems
When I was broke I already had em
No complaining I just solved them
Going through the struggle made me a demon
I done things I wasn't pleased with
I'm just happy I'm still breathing
Back in school I was a gangsta
I was blood but I wasn't bangin'
Momma swear her son was slangin'
Money, cars, hoes and drugs
Money, cars, hoes and drugs
Loyalty before the love
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Writer(s): Darrick Moore
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