Reał Nice - Colorz

Everybody changing colors
I don't fuck wit y'all, thought I told you, I only got one brother
Everybody changing colors, but it's cool
Nowadays it's easier to tell who the fuck is who
Cuz nobody checking on me, but my mama
But it's okay, I been rolling presidential like Obama
Wherever I may roam, I've always been alone
In the zone, let em' go, they gotta stay where they belong

Everybody switching up so fast, can't even get a grasp
All I do is laugh, now take a look at that
I knew that shit would end up this way
When it come down to it, y'all pussy fools can't disrupt my wave
I been cold since a kid, you know what it is, fool
Taught myself everything I know, that's why I skipped school
Barely showed up
I was thirteen years old, busting freestyles
My family Nico was the first to say that one day I would blow up
Take it back to the beginning, to the coda
We always been warriors, like the Aztec or Lakota
You better hol' up
I never fold, unless it's cold hard cash money paper that I fold up

Everybody changing colors
I don't fuck wit y'all, thought I told you I only got one brother
Everybody changing colors, but it's cool
Nowadays it's easier to tell who the fuck is who
Everybody changing colors, switching sides
I stay true to the art, till the day of my demise
I never switch colors, never switch up on the team
When I die, make sure my shit read Ice Cold ENT

Nice- Hey Lex, you think they ready to hear that shit
LEX- I don't know if they ready bro, what you think
Nice- I think it's time to drop that shit & let the world know
LEX- About time, man, give it to em'
Nice- Aight. Let's do that shit

Ugh
Hol up hard times is plaguing my soul
Can't trust nobody no more
Fools be changing colors like they changing they clothes
I can't change up, I'm only advancing the cash flow, getting my name up
Cruising in the slab slow through the City of Astros feeling so fucking famous
I feel like big dog on my shit now
It's so cold on my wrist now
They hate you when you down & love you when you up
So that's how it is now
But what you expect
Comin from being broke, how they gon love you
If you the only one with a chain on your neck
Don't get up in ya feels
Boy you think this shit is a game, I'm getting my shit for real
Man I'm in Brazil making the deals
Counting money numbers
Ain't worried bout changing colors
I'm only changing my digits, going up with all of my numbers
Stacking the bills
All of the pennies & quarters, keeping myself in order
Bitch I'm doing this shit for the family on the other side of the border
Stacking the bread like a hoarder
For all of the sons & the daughters
I'm writing these rhymes that all y'all bitch ass rappers could never have thought of
In a million years, I got no fear except the fear of god
Cuz when mama gone, that's gone be all I got
& When I'm gone, that's gone be all that's left
& When ain't none left, take a breath
My voice still gon live on long after death

Everyone switching they colors, they shady as tint
Everyone want to be friends, but don't keep it real
How am I gone to be Nice? Bitch you got me bent
Whenever they switching they colors, I can't help but grin
They want me to lose, getting the blues, feeling so bruised & sore whenever I win

Everyone switching they colors, they shady as tint
Everyone want to be friends, but don't keep it real
How am I gone to be Nice? Bitch you got me bent
Whenever they switching they colors, I can't help but grin
They want me to lose, getting the blues, feeling so bruised & sore whenever I win

Written by:
Alex Francisco, Mario Rivera

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