[ Featuring T-Moe ]
Best lyricist in Texas please believe it. (Ha)
Uhh the road to riches got traffic I took a back street
Got goat talent but really more of a black sheep
Oh yeah your boy back up like how a cat creep
Gone be the best rapper from the south if you ask me
God bless the child that can hold his own
This way too dope for us to talk about on mobile phones they're tracking em now
Ain't have no moves when I made juice look at the track record now (Haha)
Now I need you to color me dope as f*ck
I don't give a Michael Jordan shoulder shrug
Bout any nigga capping like they're close to us
Raise your glasses toast it up
To he who done made something out of nothing like its nigga rigged
Proper we the business bitch
The devil hitting licks and shit he robbed me of my innocence
And I can't get it back and that's why I proceed to killing shit (Boom Boom Boom)
F*ck the hero rather play the villain bih
Why because that's really where respect come
I put that shit on Nike you won't check none (Nah)
Not unless you don't want your next breath cuz
I pull them sticks out niggas get froze that's word to quest love
Hell no i can't rest cause I'm the next up
Making moves like a chess club
My second tape this shit sound like the best of
I need you to color me dope as hell
Selling music but I push that shit like it's coke for sell (Lets Go)
Oh yeah They tried to stop me but to no avail I persevered
If you a hater hope this hurt your ears (Yes sir)
See I done killed all of my of peers I had to carry something
Two trays on each side I'm tryna Bury something
Two trays on each side that means 6 pallbearers huh
The fact you recognize this shit ain't fair I guess that's fair enough (Break it down)
All the shit i missed on got me tearing up
Writing raps then tear em up then write again and tear it up
Just to put it out and hope you liking what you hearing huh
A target for critique I took the shit without a worry yeah (What else)
But you've got to practice how u play I played the role that I was given
I make it u gone jam it ain't no hoping u gone listen
I grew from out the concrete as a rose now pay attention
To that glimmer that done turned into the sun bitch watch me glisten
Aint no victory speeches give me my moment give the glory to Jesus
This food for thought for the masses hope you ordered it seasoned
Yeah your grind looks good but you ain't making no moves
Like a pair of new sneakers on a paraplegic
Buried the demon
Resurfaced and started purging the people
Nice with the words
Courteous lingo
Churches cathedrals and tabernacles
Couldn't bless you with these words that I'm speaking
Life's a bitch and leaving her is costly but it's cheaper to keep her
Tila tequila little f*ckers got a lot on your chest (Uh huh)
Claiming you got bars but I'm not that impressed
All that multi syllable cynical wittier individual
Shit is just funny trash what a comical mess
You see my plug said the pack touched down he got that ever green
Now I'm in the field with a bow I'm Katniss Everdeen
Do it for my district I've got to get it by any means
But we don't play them hunger games nigga we eating everything (We eating)
You claim you're real but a hypocrite in a sense
Like if you got put on lock would you sing for your innocence (Yep)
You'll break the code then act like you hate a snitch
Homeboy you Mr. Feeny your principles on the fence
My aim is to take you out like a cropped picture
Represent what you can not see I'm a swastika
Over heads my 16's got a lot in them
Say a line and it wont register like a shoplifter (Sheesh)
Aww shit every line I drop jewels like Auschwitz
If you calling my phone I hope it's to call quits (Yeah)
Homie I was made for the smoke like exhaust kits
Before I get off this (Look)
Dolphin hole boy I'm back with the flow
This is lyrical loud pack I could backwood the flow
Like whatever I spit forward I could backward the flow
Flow it backward come forward spitting that's from practicing though
Color me Dope
Yesterday I saw a D-boy crying I walked up and asked what's wrong
He said the streets got a drought and it's because I'm taking too long
Color me dope
Color me dope
Color me dope
Color me dope
Color me dope
The road to riches got traffic i took a back street
Got goat talent but really more of a black sheep
Color me dope
