Released: June 19, 2020

Songwriter: Wale

Producer: Lakim

[Intro]
Look, haha
Yeah

[Chorus]
Blue, yellow, green, pink, white
I ain't 'bout to judge, muhfucker, live life
I done got hot, cold, like a million times
I could prolly pop four at the same time

[Verse 1]
Grippin' on the back road, I been gettin' distant
I be gettin' hot, cold, still be gettin' bitches
Look at my ambition, through all my transgression
Tomato or tomato, man, I'm still playin' (Turn it up)
Yeah, catchin' a story, not a special
Used to pop a yellow bus and I was on the metro
Flexin', if you know, you know, you know the reference
When you get to floatin' you don't know what is impressive
My homies still struggle, my other homie lovin'
And one of them a product of a mother who a junkie
The other one makin' seven figures, doin' nothin
He gon' pull up on me, say "Turn it up"

[Chorus]
Look, blue, yellow, green, pink, white
I ain't 'bout to judge, muhfucker, live life
I done got hot, cold, like a million times
I could prolly pop four at the same time

[Verse 2]
I be sayin' anything, don't be thinkin' twice
I prolly traumatize every woman in my life
I used to fantasize on some women that I met
But I don't stick around when they easy to forget
The people so stressed, I'm geekin' off two
My skin is all black, I think I need a blue
My bitches won't see me 'less she see me on tour
I said, "It's OnlyFans," that's where she even the score
Oh, man, fuck it
We both know she bad, we both know I ain't cuffin'
Ah, oh, fuck it
We both got it bad, we both addicted to somethin'
Some bitches about clout, some bitches about money
Some niggas get hot where shit ain't about nothin'
Slip in the '54, I'm kickin' it by summer
Then here come a pandemic, I'm jokin', I'm back, junkie
Numb and I feel nothin', livin' in my bubble
Quarantinin' with demons, I'm livin' with my struggle
Niggas is dyin' on me, the President lyin' to me
I got me a five on me, I'ma turn it up

[Chorus]
Yeah, blue, yellow, green, pink, white
Never judge someone of a muhfuckin' vice
I done got hot, cold, like a million times
I could prolly pop four, then go online

[Verse 3]
A little Badu, a little bit of Jill
I told her it was sage, it was ganja, for real
The pharmacy was raided, they ain't got it for real
The block jumpin' for real, man, my lil' niggas (Turn it up)

[Chorus]
Boy, blue, yellow, green, pink, white
I ain't 'bout to judge, muhfucker, live life
I done got hot, cold, like a million times
I could prolly pop four

[Outro]
Never mind, I'm out
Ah, ah, mmm, ah, ah
It's everyday life in America, man, I just keep it honest
(Turn it up) Fade me out
Ah, fade me
Oh, this not the mothafuckin' percolator?

Wale

Hailing from the city of Washington D.C., Olubo “Wale” Victor Akintimehin is a Nigerian rapper known for his polysyllabic and punchline filled lyrics. He’s been a member of the label Maybach Music Group along with Rick Ross and Meek Mill since the year of 2011. With his DC hometown, his fashion sense, and affinity for the ladies, Wale relates to the fun side of Rap often left behind. Wale’s career features several popular mixtapes and a few albums.

He has earned many platinum and gold plaques. The Gifted and The Album About Nothing both received gold certifications selling over 500,000 units. His 2011 hit “Lotus Flower Bomb” ft. Miguel received a platinum certification selling over 1,000,000 units.

Wale on his introduction to