True colors

Oh, there's a lot of fake people these days Got One wish, no fairly odd parents these Ways I'm tryna make it where I get a couple Racks Off of words we say I paint a picture like Van Gogh True colors showin' when I only see gray, I Mean Swear my file's like a briefcase So many hits Inside Of the vault I could name, at least eight So Much wisdom in this shit It make my teeth ache I'm slidin' on beats Like Mario and Luigi in a deep race You Couldn't even Go to the levels that I reached to Like no, no, No No, no, no I hear the devil tryna speak to Like no, no, no No, no, no I hear the, I hear the Devil tryna Call my phone But leave me alone Making music just to travel the globe While I'm at home Getting closer to the goals that I hold Every Track is like a piece of my soul I know you, I know you, I know you tell it, uh Weed in the back, getting rolled, know you Smell it, huh