Yung Gunzman - Colors Lyrics

In This world we call life
I just thank god for making it
But try again

Colors Colors, Colors, Colors
The Brain of Yung Gunzman
That's me

I see this vision in my mind, me going back in time
When i was on the grind back in 1999
Bootcamp played a role on me, homie lost his voice so he cant tell his story
Mixtapes not in my vision, i wanna hit the world harder than a five car collision
People looking at me like i cant make my own decisions
Im in a corner wishing, no hate no dissing, not set tripping
But i wear so much blue you would think i was cripping
No shovels but i'm still dipping, whites don't like blacks don' t like me
But i'm still pimping, i really only think God is listening, paying attention
This is my music that you may not listen too but fuck you and how you feel
I done been through so much shit that my brain starting to spill
I done been through so much shit that my aim starting to fail
Man this shit is getting real
I ran my girl away, the world think im fake
My family said Blake you gotta find away
Get out yo head space, create a new space
For us to relate, you aint the same Blake that you was in 98
Listening to Exscape, wishing i can escape form this world full of hate
The devil gotta hold on me like a fat kid with a plate
My mind so fucked up will God let through the gates
This is my story so please let me tell it
This is how the story goes my weed can you Smell it
I keep a gun on me cause them bullets don't tell it
You a bitch nigga you be the 1st one to tell it

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Are you really my brother

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Dam dog why we gotta kill each other

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You don't fuck with me, i don't fuck with you

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Its Blake Against the World nigga im the truth

The Brain of Yung Gunzman

Yo, Blacks, Asian, Latinos, whites, we all got something in common, we all gotta fight
For this world shid they called life, God made this world so i guess he had his right
To do what right, but then again he could of left me out this world of sin
Fuck having any friends, i'm waiting for the world to end
My pin is my master plan, a cop a kill you just for the color of yo fucking skin

A letter to my baby girl, i know it ain\t right this world we living in
But daddy struggling in the mind but i need you to know i love you
More then anything in this world, no matter where i;m at in the world
Imma always be there to protect you