Blac Youngsta – Tru Colors

Lyrics Tru Colors – Blac Youngsta

Long live my n**ga D. Nasty
I think Black Haven’s on him
Man, I wish I can bring my n**ga back

What they hit for I’m the s**t, ho
I got bricks, ho, she a lil’ thick ho
And she loyal, I’ll spoil her
I’ll take you somewhere you never been, royal
I’m from the trenches where young n**gas
They back dough, yeah
South Memphis born and raised
Cutthroat just like I know you
Black and white, show their true colors
They’ll show you
Free my dawg, yeah, he got locked
But he a soldier

I can tell they ain’t wasting my time
When I pull my Glock out
I’m willing to go to war with them
Toss it before I cop out
I turn the hot top to a droptop
They done broke the rock out
Got to be careful how I move and s**t
Everybody be tryna stakeout

Played my dawg, got his life, did him wrong
Treat him like a takeout
Who would’ve thought that that was his last surgery
He wouldn’t make it out
I’m thankful for that s**t
I taught myself when I was yay high
Lately I been getting too high, but, bruh
Back then I used to play high

On that concrete, I caught my first fight
I was shooting dice
N**ga broke up my fight
So I understood what a p**sy like
Play with me in front of my ho’
You know I got to whoop him, right
He p**sy, right So I douche him right
Then I cook him, right

I showed you boys how to drive them
Aventadors and open them doors
I’m out of control
I threw two M’s in the middle of the floor
Gambling with my life
I took a heater in the middle of the show
Married to this paper
Me and ho’, we relationship goals

What they hit for I’m the s**t, ho
I got bricks, ho, She a lil’ thick ho
And she loyal, I’ll spoil her
I’ll take you somewhere you never been, royal
I’m from the trenches where young n**gas
They back dough, yeah
South Memphis born and raised
Cutthroat just like I know you
Black and white, show their true colors
They’ll show you
Free my dawg, yeah, he got locked
But he a soldier

I’m turning my losses into wins
You get shot through the lens
F**k with me, two to the chin
Yeah, we talking Diverdean
I could never cross my friend
Rep the set, we the guys
We the ones putting the work in

Be consistent with that spin
I’m locked up worrying ’bout my dawg
My dawg, he would worry ’bout him
He ain’t never seen me s**t one time
We send this money to them
I made bond, got right back
I got on my feet like him
I’m selfish now, I’m playing for keeps
I ain’t talk ‘less you talking M’s

I murder some
Then I take off slow just like a turtle or something
I’m checking your background on your block
They ain’t never heard of nothing
I’m tryna get you here with this MAC
And tip the nurse or something
I told ’em, If he survive them shots
Kill him in surgery or something

What they hit for I’m the s**t, ho
I got bricks, ho, She a lil’ thick ho
And she loyal, I’ll spoil her
I’ll take you somewhere you never been, royal
I’m from the trenches where young n**gas
They back dough, yeah
South Memphis born and raised
Cutthroat just like I know you
Black and white, show their true colors
They’ll show you
Free my dawg, yeah, he got locked
But he a soldier…

Written by Blac Youngsta
Album: 4LIFE
Produced by Rasta Papii & JB Sauced Up
Blac Youngsta | 2022