Colors (feat. Wale)

Don't make me verbally-
 Don't make me verbally son you
 Don't make me verbally gun you
 Don't make me verbally hunt you down, yeah
 Pardon my pallet, I was made this dark
 I still bleed red though my hair is coarse
 Miss me with that fake guilt and fake remorse
 Ask me how I feel, you just make it worse
 They say that they love the rainbow
 I know they hate when it rains though
 They want us back in our stables, labeled (yeah, yeah)
 Black dreams standing in the same light
 Killing us in daylight so we never take flight
 Black dreams smother them 'til flatline
 Shoot me for a brake light 'cause we're not the same kind
 I'm just a color (oh, oh)
 I don't want no problems (bullet, bullet)
 I'm just a color (oh, oh)
 I don't want no problems (bullet, bullet)
 Just tryna find a way in this shade
 They feel a way and then they piss shade (ah)
 I'm just a color, I'm just a color
 Karen, let me be great
 Hands up in the air, "Don't shoot"
 Don't wanna see another name hashtag (yeah, ok)
 Tryna dull my saturation (look, look, look)
 Look how I'm comin' through
 The system full of lies, but my eyes know the truth
 We humble, they be quiet
 It's a riot, then they cool
 The black hate the blue
 'Cause the blue shoot whatever
 Which mostly is the blacks
 'Cause the blue be acting yellow
 And the white seeing red
 'Cause the blacks ain't going
 The orange in the office
 On that green 'cause he golfing
 I hate when brothers hate when brothers gay
 'Cause why you bashing?
 A black hate the rainbow
 Then a black hate the palette
 I'm tired of being passive
 I'm tired of being fed up
 It's purple in this Backwood
 It's brown in this red cup
 It's black lives matter, the road painted yellow
 If we doin' this together then it's gon' paint forever
 I'm just a color (oh, oh)
 I don't want no problems (bullet, bullet)
 I'm just a color (oh, oh)
 I don't want no problems (bullet, bullet)
 I don't want no problems, problems (yeah)
 Can't see my rise, don't be color blind
 My struggle came from the spoken lies and my broken eyes
 And these broken thighs and this broken mind
 You look at me and just wonder why
 I'm black as fuck and feel so divine
 It's like I'm bliss to the bullshit, to the bullshit
 'Cause I'm just a color