Champagne Aramis - True Colors
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True Colors
Been doing this since hop out the bed turning my swag on/
Only young nigga in the Neighborhood with his dad home/
Siblings don’t feel like headaches mines feel more like backbones/
They call me on my flip cause it ain’t no trap phone/
Shoot dough to my people cause if I got it you got/
Been a long time since we done done some stealing and robbin/
Rather keep them bills in my pocket and let em stack up like the rent due/
Love when my niggas say you got that shit when I been knew/
Had to cut a few niggas off a certified Gensu/
Devil told me to watch my back them niggas will pinch you/
Not being fed with silver utensils wasn’t no issue/
We ain't trippen
EBE got a dining table to get to/
Gold on my neck dipped in ice and margarin butter/
Everybody eats don’t sit down if you ain’t my brother/
Need you to bring that fake love from under them covers/
Pass the lobster mash, a napkin and yo true Colors/
Gotta Be different do different /
Millionaire plans In the booth trippen/
Cook up so much I need two kitchens/
Love me or Hate don’t decide when you wanna mix it/
Driving me crazy staying real just gimme that ticket /
Yo True colors sticking out my nigga you looking see through/
Yo shit so bright damn I wonder who can see you/
Float on top of AMR beats like I do these seadoos/
Telling all them outside stories when we don’t see dude/
I rather you just be you/
And tell me that real /
Lose yo friends and yo down bitch and tell me that feel/
Lose yo family to these streets and then tell me that feel/
Hear niggas raps but niggas really not Ill they ain’t got COVID/
I noticed you forgot to pay me back you to losing focus /
Ain’t trippen cause apart of my plan is to keep my motion/
Gotta put in to sip on this real nigga potion/
The room get bright when they true colors get to showing love
Been doing this since hop out the bed turning my swag on/
Only young nigga in the Neighborhood with his dad home/
Siblings don’t feel like headaches mines feel more like backbones/
They call me on my flip cause it ain’t no trap phone/
Shoot dough to my people cause if I got it you got/
Been a long time since we done done some stealing and robbin/
Rather keep them bills in my pocket and let em stack up like the rent due/
Love when my niggas say you got that shit when I been knew/
Had to cut a few niggas off a certified Gensu/
Devil told me to watch my back them niggas will pinch you/
Not being fed with silver utensils wasn’t no issue/
We ain't trippen
EBE got a dining table to get to/
Gold on my neck dipped in ice and margarin butter/
Everybody eats don’t sit down if you ain’t my brother/
Need you to bring that fake love from under them covers/
Pass the lobster mash, a napkin and yo true Colors/
Gotta Be different do different /
Millionaire plans In the booth trippen/
Cook up so much I need two kitchens/
Love me or Hate don’t decide when you wanna mix it/
Driving me crazy staying real just gimme that ticket /
Yo True colors sticking out my nigga you looking see through/
Yo shit so bright damn I wonder who can see you/
Float on top of AMR beats like I do these seadoos/
Telling all them outside stories when we don’t see dude/
I rather you just be you/
And tell me that real /
Lose yo friends and yo down bitch and tell me that feel/
Lose yo family to these streets and then tell me that feel/
Hear niggas raps but niggas really not Ill they ain’t got COVID/
I noticed you forgot to pay me back you to losing focus /
Ain’t trippen cause apart of my plan is to keep my motion/
Gotta put in to sip on this real nigga potion/
The room get bright when they true colors get to showing love
