True Colors

I got these pussy niggas mad, they can't shine like me
Bitch I got it out the mud, you wasn't grinding like me
Selling dope on the 9, Cookie broke down P's
Out of state with KK, she helped me break down keys
Skinny nigga moving weight, 5200 a piece
8 Bands in the A back in 2003
Lil homie wasn't focused, he was smoking the weed
Riding around fucking bitches, they was smoking for free
He fell off, I stayed on, you can't blame it on me
Even left him with my phone when I went OT
And if they want a couple zones, lil bruh call on me
(Cookie ready bruh, he tryna get 3)

I pulled up, niggas point choppers at me
Told me "get out the car, nigga hand me your keys"
I looked up, how the fuck this happen to me?
I done put this nigga on, now he plotting on me
Been in the streets a long time, knew these niggas was salty
And it been on my mind, I knew these niggas would cross me
Glock 40 on my side, the back you suck off or part me
I don't trust no nigga, I do my dirt by my lonely
All the greed and envy bruh come from your homies
And the pain and heartache is what the loyalty show me
So I keep my money up and all these snakes below me
Now I'm seeing everything that my pops had told me

I got these pussy niggas mad, they can't shine like me
Bitch I got it out the mud, you wasn't grinding like me
Lil Cook stayed solid, bitch you changed on me
Bruh said my nigga snitching, dropping change on me
Bitch it's blood and it's ink, so the truth gon show
You done showed me true colors I never seen before
I even fronted you work, nigga you went broke
If you paid for 2 nigga, I threw you 4

Fresh out of jail, wait let me backtrack
Caught a case on 8/6 nigga, yeah I took that
We should hit the stash, bailed out then I bounced back
Told him he can keep the weed, I'm bout to start selling crack
Cooking coke up in the kitchen, juuging with my Auntie Nat
Bro stayed on the corner with a bundle selling sack
Had to be his own boss, I guess he wasn't used to that
Started fucking with them niggas who wasn't really using shit
Niggas in the streets saying Cook really using him
How your nigga balling but you wearing dirty shoes and shit?
Grinding every day, this nigga pulling up in coupes and shit
I think I just seen him on the blade with a white bitch
I was really making plays, got up on my own shit
Made it to a half a thing, bout to see a whole brick
Tryna make a G a day, I put the bitch on Craigslist
Lil bruh playing, in the streets reckless
I was tryna spend 10,000 on a necklace
Run and cop a foreign nigga, fuck riding Lexus
For the love of money, best friends turn strangers
Jealousy, hatred, they don't wanna see you make it

I got these pussy niggas mad, they can't shine like me
Bitch I got it out the mud, you wasn't grinding like me
Lil Cook stayed solid, bitch you changed on me
Bruh said my nigga snitching, dropping change on me
Bitch it's blood and it's ink, so the truth gon show
You done showed me true colors I never seen before
I even fronted you work, nigga you went broke
If you paid for 2 nigga, I threw you 4