#SSYTC #NobodisBusiness (chorus) show your true colors. open yo mind. stop witcho games. ain't nobody got time. so just show off them hues. and do as you do. fuck what they say. what they think. how much you stand out in the crowd love. greatness ain't made in the trash of our pasts, but it can pave the way. so answer to no one. but hold yo respect. and then stay on your grind till your 6 feet in depth. show your true colors. (verse 2) 6 feet I'm dead ( fuck) nevermind just sleeping, pinch me to wake and I'll be fine. im on my way , (yep) just taking my leave. I'm going up to a higher stage. like a sattelite. fucking outer space. that's my alibi when I'm in the lamplight , tryna feign what is in my veins. not much different than you folks, I just made a friend with it. never know when you'll need a bone or two picked from a damn critic to hear the lands crickets in the vast wickeds of the grass thickets where theres mass pickings of these ass whippings , with a vat dripping, filled with gasoline that I match quickly with a match swiftly getting dragged overtop of phosphorus to show how positively fucked you are when I'm an artist in a song that rivals you. a fucking artisan. acknowledge it. more knowledge than a college kid. a well dollar spent if I dare persist. tripping over words and still sound advanced. guess what I'm getting at is...