True Colors

They said I wasn't gon make it They talked behind my back but when I came around the block niggas started hiding faces I'm focus with no patience the finish line is mines got the trophy in my hand Why the f*ck you niggas hate me Mad cause I'm f*ck they bitches down in a basement Sad cause we murdering niggas wit open cases I just like connecting my numbers like I'm the matrix All my bitched bad I ain't fuckin if she can't take dick All about the money im talkin them color faces Popping cold bottles I'm talking them club aces Yeah I'm in the field wit my Haitians An you ain't got no money don't order we ain't gon place it High rise loft in the city got many places Move like a ghost ain't no tracking u couldn't trace me Hoes can't resist wanna f*ck me they wanna taste it Heard you niggas wanted to kill me I just erased him Yeah I got that acid in my bloodline Always on a mission got them killas all on the front line How u ridin wit me try to set me up the whole time I ain't got no spirit lost it all when my soul cried Gave u all my trust I was slipping gave u the whole nine Distracted from the shit u was kickin an I was so blind Shared the same pain even made it cross the borderline I made you get yours before I even tried to get mines Never left you out how the f*ck u turned ya back I been downing heavy bottles running through them packs a blacks Separated was a must I started thinking I was tripping Whole time I fed the streets you niggas try to catch me slipping I'm the fake friend