True Colors Lyrics

They say money bring mo' problems

When I was broke I already had em

No complaining I just solved them

Going through the struggle made me a demon

I done things I wasn't pleased with

I'm just happy I'm still breathing

Back in school I was a gangsta

I was blood but I wasn't bangin'

Momma swear her son was slangin'

Money, cars, hoes and drugs

Money, cars, hoes and drugs

Loyalty before the love

Growing up I was a leader

Never followed other people

Tried to help the ones that need it

Found out my nigga was too greedy

Showed his colors couldn't believe it

Man whats up with all these secrets

If you my nigga lets eat together

Ain't gone hold you back no never

You ain't want me on yo level

But I shot up like a shuttle

Why you jealous I'm doing better

Damn its sad everybody left you

Fucked up bad and I can't help you

You was my nigga I was yo' foe

Kept yo' feelings on the low

Now you pouting like a hoe

This why I stay away from friends

This not gone keep happening again

Damn I thought you was my mans

They say money bring mo' problems

When I was broke I already had em

No complaining I just solved them

Going through the struggle made me a demon

I done things I wasn't pleased with

I'm just happy I'm still breathing

Back in school I was a gangsta

I was blood but I wasn't bangin'

Momma swear her son was slangin'

Money, cars, hoes and drugs

Money, cars, hoes and drugs

Loyalty before the love

You bout yo bread lets get this money

Don't be coming round acting funny

You know Dee, he ain't no dummy

Hoes be watching from a distance

Plotting waiting on me to get rich

Then they pop up in the picture

Mane the fuck wrong with these bitches

They got issues

Talk to much and I'll dismiss you

Keep that convo on that pillow

In reality I just wanna hit you

Won't take wifey out the picture

Ain't got time to have no mistress

Kay Kay say don't you be sneaky

We a team so what's the reason?

Don't like my life shouldn't be watching

Living basic that's yo options

You know we gone get it poppin

Think my son got him a cutie

No her mama, she's a beauty

Should've smashed that lil ol' booty

My next shot I'm not gone lose it

They say money bring mo' problems

When I was broke I already had em

No complaining I just solved them

Going through the struggle made me a demon

I done things I wasn't pleased with

I'm just happy I'm still breathing

Back in school I was a gangsta

I was blood but I wasn't bangin'

Momma swear her son was slangin'

Money, cars, hoes and drugs

Money, cars, hoes and drugs

Loyalty before the love