True Colours Verse

Colour blind to the colours I put that on my mother

If we ain't bread together my bredda then you ain't my brudda

I think it's important I clarify shit from the get go

Yeah I deal with wristworks of course I could get a good quote for the press though

I remember southwold primary school running around in prestos

Had to punch up micheal prah cah my penalty kick went over the fence though

Then we upgraded here comes the hatred rambo blades in blazers

I could tell that **** fake just from his handshake

I felt the energy was off from I stepped on the block

That's why I straight shine on them cc's when I bop

Please believe I know they want me to flop but my watch says never o clock

Where the fuck do these breddas get their feeling from?

Why can't they just wish a man well they just wanna see the boy fail