You a lady boss, now you fly free
You under me what's your color g?
And got her room number, you can find me there
Look what i got here, color black is my hair
Rap sheet was as long as a sudanese brother
Judging one another just because of racial color.
The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window
Because we all the same color once the blood starts to go.
No set trip, no color claim
I like my hoodies fucked with lame
It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for
I guess im suspect, just look at my freaking skin color
I see the true color, when people are gettin richer
I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her
If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head
Color your eyes alveolar red
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