No Color Bangin' (feat. Crvcc Weezy)

I remember red flags, tied on my face, nigga it’s war time My 4-5, got me cold, telling more lies I told coach, put me in, you sitting court side It’s not, too many living, if we all ride Since 2006, I carry full clips Cause you can never know, who, still be on that bullshit Never had a co-defendant, so you can’t check the facts 7 9 3 gangsta, wit niggaz bangin' that Rollin 60’s, neighborhood shit Grape street watts, Mafia Crip Shit really the same, nigga we all black No matter if you poppin' a gun, or making a jaw crack. Since south Ward still, I gave you conscious rap But niggaz round the way been askin' where the Gutta at Well here you go, just another subject you should know Color bangin' in the south, don’t happen no more B hop, crip walk all the way to the dough F*ck bitches, f*ck police cuz they f*ck us the most I’m that type of slave that’ll jumped off the boat Keep it G, don’t snitch, and always follow the code What that red bout, wrong word & I’ll pop ya The ghetto been, divided & conquered All these crackers see is black and that’s all They want us, all dead, no matter crippin' or dog What that blue bout, wrong words get ya jaw cracked Gang bang, drugs sells, car jack, we on that Many things in common, murder informants Befriend my enemy enemy on some war shit No color Bangin Befriend my enemies, enemies on some war shit, we floor shit Gang bangin' trying to get on the Forbes list More risk, we gotta take, don't pump ya brake Hittin' corners, I did the time man f*ck the race Im coming from the south i'm talkin' Schley to the 40 Shout out my comrades and my cousins bangin' the 40's If you're real don't ignore me, every hood got a story On the road to the glory, when it rains it be pouring Yeah, niggaz be fraud they ain't official They wanna go to war, how we coming we toting missiles Stepping to me wrong, that's foul, ref blow the whistle Blunt filled with that strong, that's wild, you smoking pencils Everybody tryna get paper Either you trappin' or with the gang hittin' cappers Run with the real no matter the flag or the flavor You stunt you get killed now you have passed as a hater This 9 will up shape ya, this life just might break ya We came up in this game, yea we left and right makers This 9 will up shape ya, this life just might break ya We came up in this game, yea we left and right makers Big bra told me to focus, see where this music can take ya You know we still bangin', ya bitch a rat i'm gone rape her Attach it to the board, I named my F&N a stapler Every night I thank the lord but i'm Almighty, i'm the savior What that red bout, wrong word & I’ll pop ya The ghetto been, divided & conquered All these crackers see is black and that’s all They want us, all dead, no matter crippin' or dog What that blue bout, wrong words get ya jaw cracked Gang bang, drugs sells, car jack, we on that Many things in common, murder informants Befriend my enemy enemy on some war shit No color Bangin