Bright Colors by K1DNAP Lyrics
I rock with bright colors
I feel alive when I be on my own
Cause the things that they hide
Is the things that i show
I keep thinking
Things that make me feel all alone
But the crazy thing is that they ain't been there all along
They hiding
In fake ways and they think that ima find em
Holding onto to weight day after day they wasting mileage
Ashamed about what they say so they ain’t saying nothing honest
Put my brain up on the plate they throw away they wasting knowledge
Okay you hating well i got it
Take a sip up out your Haterade
You feeling confident
Pencils my brigade
I make it rain
I guess I'm coppin it
I change the page and watch the haters rage while I'm the opposite, Its comedy
Here come them lames that keep on talking shit
Like hold up what are them ugly things you walking in
I’m saucing in it
You think that they wack, you wish that you knew fashion
Like why you talking trash you wearing my daddys New Balance
I rock with bright colors
Mm i rock with bright colors, mmmm
Said i ain't trying to joce no more, I'm tryna do shit
Like i ain't tryna smoke no more, and just bullshit
Will get it on my own with no support and just do shit
Thats why i hit my notes and quote with execution
My flows are stupid
Your hoes are goofy
My bros are cooling
His clothes are Louie
We roll the QP up
And were smoking on blunts
No roaches on the floor but got the table full of guts
The beats a weapon
Hit the target Smith and Wesson
Yet they hating harder on me than the student section
Who you testing?
Hit ya ain't no resurrecting
Just blessings until the ground is your direction
A fucking death wish
Cause when the beat bangs it flames with no protection
No guns, no pigs, no gangs, and no weapons, nah
Its just bars hooks and flames that bang in my section
Yes to perfection
Yep I'm up next
Ya flex unimpressive
I be finessing you
And undress ya bitch
Who I'm chessin
Bitch I'm profess like S is possessive
Huh
I feel alive when I be on my own
Cause the things that they hide
Is the things that i show
I keep thinking
Things that make me feel all alone
But the crazy thing is that they ain't been there all along
They hiding
In fake ways and they think that ima find em
Holding onto to weight day after day they wasting mileage
Ashamed about what they say so they ain’t saying nothing honest
Put my brain up on the plate they throw away they wasting knowledge
Okay you hating well i got it
Take a sip up out your Haterade
You feeling confident
Pencils my brigade
I make it rain
I guess I'm coppin it
I change the page and watch the haters rage while I'm the opposite, Its comedy
Here come them lames that keep on talking shit
Like hold up what are them ugly things you walking in
I’m saucing in it
You think that they wack, you wish that you knew fashion
Like why you talking trash you wearing my daddys New Balance
I rock with bright colors
Mm i rock with bright colors, mmmm
Said i ain't trying to joce no more, I'm tryna do shit
Like i ain't tryna smoke no more, and just bullshit
Will get it on my own with no support and just do shit
Thats why i hit my notes and quote with execution
My flows are stupid
Your hoes are goofy
My bros are cooling
His clothes are Louie
We roll the QP up
And were smoking on blunts
No roaches on the floor but got the table full of guts
The beats a weapon
Hit the target Smith and Wesson
Yet they hating harder on me than the student section
Who you testing?
Hit ya ain't no resurrecting
Just blessings until the ground is your direction
A fucking death wish
Cause when the beat bangs it flames with no protection
No guns, no pigs, no gangs, and no weapons, nah
Its just bars hooks and flames that bang in my section
Yes to perfection
Yep I'm up next
Ya flex unimpressive
I be finessing you
And undress ya bitch
Who I'm chessin
Bitch I'm profess like S is possessive
Huh