Willis - True Colors Lyrics
Willis - True Colors Lyrics
(Intro x2)
So what's a fella to do?
Money showin' true colors, like the melody do
So what's a fella to do?
Money change you, but I feel like a genuine dude
(Hook)
So what's a fella to do?
Money showin' true colors, like the melody do
Labels grabbin' rappers, think of what this element do
Lose the integrity, and here's some cheddar for you
So I ask 'em what's a fella to do
Money change you, but I feel like a genuine dude
In for all the hell I went through?
I'd betta stack some Jacksons and some Benjamins too
(Verse)
So while the world is mine, allow me to cash in
Dead presidents to represent me in action
Passion for Jacksons and sort of distractions
Imagine a world where you can gain satisfaction
From chillin' with fam and bracing the love
But we focus on bucks, that's why cats sellin' drugs
If not to make a quick grip just to stay aflow
Business' boomin' as long as fiends wanna pay for dope
A never ending influx of cash
But if the police on yo ass, you'll get crash, you'd betta dip fast
It's not just any hood the dope slangin'
Even cats up north get endorsed to make a payment
Highschool kids with a notion of gwop
Sellin' boof to a freshman, I guess it pays off
All around me, mad cows for the cabbage
Unfortunately, statusin' money can make you average
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
AZ told me life's a bitch, and I agreed
Only when I'm sleepin' and dreamin' I'm neva flyin' free
So I find a beat, lace it with a rhyme scheme
With an incredible time, so I'm just vibin', so don't mind me
This art that I make is pro bono
But no no, I'll find myself broke, homie oh no
I gotta make the money somehow
Do I make it honestly or make it roy when the sun's down (?!)
Cuz honest money, honestly, is hard to come by
Minimum wage just isn't breaking cuz I'm unsigned
So I'm grindin', and I don't have enough time
To live an honest life and appreciate the sun shine
Hard in prison, but I'm livin' with a vision
Religion to renditions all traditions in my composition
Visions, ambition, it will be my ammunition
But people never listen to a strugglin' musician
(Hook)
(Intro x2)
So what's a fella to do?
Money showin' true colors, like the melody do
So what's a fella to do?
Money change you, but I feel like a genuine dude
(Hook)
So what's a fella to do?
Money showin' true colors, like the melody do
Labels grabbin' rappers, think of what this element do
Lose the integrity, and here's some cheddar for you
So I ask 'em what's a fella to do
Money change you, but I feel like a genuine dude
In for all the hell I went through?
I'd betta stack some Jacksons and some Benjamins too
(Verse)
So while the world is mine, allow me to cash in
Dead presidents to represent me in action
Passion for Jacksons and sort of distractions
Imagine a world where you can gain satisfaction
From chillin' with fam and bracing the love
But we focus on bucks, that's why cats sellin' drugs
If not to make a quick grip just to stay aflow
Business' boomin' as long as fiends wanna pay for dope
A never ending influx of cash
But if the police on yo ass, you'll get crash, you'd betta dip fast
It's not just any hood the dope slangin'
Even cats up north get endorsed to make a payment
Highschool kids with a notion of gwop
Sellin' boof to a freshman, I guess it pays off
All around me, mad cows for the cabbage
Unfortunately, statusin' money can make you average
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
AZ told me life's a bitch, and I agreed
Only when I'm sleepin' and dreamin' I'm neva flyin' free
So I find a beat, lace it with a rhyme scheme
With an incredible time, so I'm just vibin', so don't mind me
This art that I make is pro bono
But no no, I'll find myself broke, homie oh no
I gotta make the money somehow
Do I make it honestly or make it roy when the sun's down (?!)
Cuz honest money, honestly, is hard to come by
Minimum wage just isn't breaking cuz I'm unsigned
So I'm grindin', and I don't have enough time
To live an honest life and appreciate the sun shine
Hard in prison, but I'm livin' with a vision
Religion to renditions all traditions in my composition
Visions, ambition, it will be my ammunition
But people never listen to a strugglin' musician
(Hook)
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