Eknock - Color Coordinated Lyrics

What's your color?
There's only one answer, stop second guessing
What's your color?
I know this ain't the first time you heard the question
Where you going?
Never seen you around now that I'm thinking
So What's your color?
You tryna make it home?

We were only six knowing gang signs
The one I showed Justin was the LKs
Kindergarten couldn't color within those lines
But I knew all the lines that the colors say
For instance Red say five popping
Black and gold yelling out Amor De Rey
Got some brothers who grew up but call me cuz today
But I was raised being told banging ain't the way
My nigga bump that
Who you think looked out for me?
When momma couldn't splurge on the EBT
And it felt like home was a life to despite go through every single fight with no currency
Cut the lights cuz tonight ain't no current see?
Till this day I'm scared it could happen currently
Depending how this bank roll situated
I just hope that I be color coordinated
Pray that I make it

Look
They taught us ROY G BIV
Ain't tell bout the colors that get you killed (Ain't tell bout the colors that get you killed)
They taught us ROY G BIV
Ain't tell bout the colors that get you killed (I'm crying I'm losing my niggas here)
They taught us ROY G BIV Ain't tell bout the colors that get you killed
And it got my nigga gone I'm crying I'm wishing that you were here
Look now to be honest I wasn't close to no bangers when I was home
Matter of fact my brother Kenny would just tell me niggas iffy
And how he could never try to get put on but lil did he know
Gang bangers were the niggas I admired
They had ice on so never left the fye
Bunch of bodies dropping rarely one of mine
That's why it changed so much when the time
I just turned thirteen yes another Bronx teen
Grew up round violence and hoop dreams
Got more in tune with the way niggas move so I can't be food, and nigga these things
You can't teach, perspective corrects every rule you follow
But what made me more militant follows
Just after Kenny turned the same age as me
Niggas ran up in the street to kill a kid that I know
RIP Alphonza
Look
They taught us ROY G BIV
Ain't tell bout the colors that get you killed (Ain't tell bout the colors that get you killed)
They taught us ROY G BIV
Ain't tell bout the colors that get you killed (I'm crying I'm losing my niggas here)
They taught us ROY G BIV Ain't tell bout the colors that get you killed
And it got my nigga gone I'm crying I'm wishing that you were here
Look now when I moved from NY just know a nigga despised like everyone I ever met
Till I got put on to marijuana from two niggas from Georgia and things ain't been the Same since
Became brothers yeah them niggas held me down and even they father call me one of His
So I called him pops
The older brother was a Latin King so you know what mean nigga gotta share the same Opps
Plus they gave me more clothes on my back, and some shoes there to match you think I ain't gon ride STOP
Convos bout where grew up and stories of our lives including the dead homies we got
The older brother told me bout his first blood and that's why he kept that one shell case That he got
Then I searched up Alphonza story and found out who got him knocked
And as my brothers fell asleep the news report reads it was a Latin King that had him Dropped
So how a nigga look like chilling with em' now thinking I need revenge and I know how
So how a nigga look like chilling with em' now thinking I need revenge and I know how
So how a nigga look like chilling with em' now thinking I need revenge