Taleban Dooda - Tru Colors

(Hook)

Never know who real, 'til you see their true colors
This a party only meant for my brothers
Run up I'ma blow, won't fold under pressure
Heart too cold, so I always keep me a sweater
Walked through a storm, I ain't had no umbrella
Switch the bitch shit, I can get a Beretta
Shit can get wicked, put you on a stretcher

(Verse 1)

Give respect, but who got time for a lecture
Don't fuck with too many I stay in my section
This just a warning I keep me a weapon
Don't use it for fun, it's just for my protection
They tried to take me out see my vocals is a blessing
Push the wrong buttons, I'll teach you a lesson
Keep trying your luck, this shit can get heavy
These niggas be bitches, this shit is pathetic
Don't really do disses, but I can get reckless
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Riding foreign soon, I'ma have to push to start
They think music just a song, man this shit is a art
You can survive in the streets, you just gotta be smart
That's why I'm walking around with this hip Desert Eagle
Tryna make a way for me and all my people
Blessed with a gift but I'm fighting this evil
Blessed with a gift but I'm fighting this evil

(Hook)

But you never know who real, 'til you see their true colors
This a party only meant for my brothers
Run up I'ma blow, won't fold under pressure
Heart too cold, so I always keep me a sweater
Walked through a storm, I ain't need no umbrella
Switch the bitch shit, I can get a Beretta
Shit can get wicked, put you on a stretcher

(Verse 2)
Yeah, shit can get wicked put you on a stretcher
Walk up steady in the club, now the party started
A nigga test me in this bitch I might just catch a body
Really came to party I don't really need the violence
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I just took a nigga bitch and now he wanna plot
Say it's smoke you a goofy boy you better stop
You know already 17 when I'm holding the Glock
And you know 12 fuck with 12, they always calling the cops
I'm 'bout my cheese, 'bout my green
I'm always beefing the opps
And when a body drop that's when the beefing just stops
Flashing their guns on the Gram, they just use it for props
Won't treat it like no game, bitch we knocking 'em off
And if we see 'em in the party bitch we popping it off
I ain't stopping tryna pin his fucking head on the wall
I ain't stopping tryna pin his fucking head on the wall

(Hook)

But you never know who real, 'til you see their true colors
This a party only meant for my brothers
Run up I'ma blow, won't fold under pressure
Heart too cold, so I always keep me a sweater
Walked through a storm, I ain't need no umbrella
Switch the bitch shit, I can get a Beretta
Shit can get wicked, put you on a stretcher
(Shit can get wicked, put you on a stretcher)