20 of the Best Lyrics From DJ Esco’s ‘Kolorblind’ Album
DJ Esco has become an infectious personality and one of rap’s most beloved DJs. First making waves as the curator behind Future’s legendary mixtape run, DJ Esco has since made a name of his own, stepping up to the plate with his debut project, Project E.T., in 2016, which included the hit Future and Lil Uzi Vert collaboration “Too Much Sauce.”
Last month, DJ Esco put fans on notice by revealing plans to drop some new music. He teased a full-length effort with the two singles “Code of Honor” featuring Future and ScHoolboy Q, and “Walk Thru,” which pairs Future with Nas. It was all the set up for his new project Kolorblind, eleven songs of pure, unadulterated trap music.
Did my homework..now lets make Hip Hop History Today!
OG Esco x DJ Esco
— DJ ESCO (@EscoMoeCity) March 28, 2018
Kolorblind is essentially a Future album steered by heavyweight guest features and DJ Esco’s explosive instrumentals (Metro Boomin, ATL Jacob, DJ Spinz, Will a Fool and Dre Moon also chip in beats). Back in 2016, DJ Esco spoke with Rolling Stone about inspiring Future to return to recording trap music.
“I told him, ‘We didn’t get here doing this kind of music,'” Esco said, referring to Future’s Honest album. “‘Let me remind you what kind of music we used to do.'” Kolorblind feeds those same fans hungry for street music from Future Hendrix, with contributions from Young Thug, Ty Dolla $ign, Schoolboy Q, Rich The Kid, O.T. Genesis, A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie, DeJ Loaf and others.
After giving Kolorblind a spin, XXL handpicks 20 of the most memorable lyrics from the project.
“No Slow Money”
“I was just sittin’ in the Bentley/I got some Monica Lewinsky/I’m goin’ crazy in Fendi/I cannot trap in the Hemi/I’m stackin’ it way up like Remy/I got more syrup than Denny’s” —Future
“No Slow Money”
“My brothers, ain’t none but some menace/Ain’t rob me a nigga in a minute/I’m a rock star, John Lennon/Got my doors up, no pretendin’/My Aventador ain’t rented/The big Lambo look extended/Racks on me, I admit it/Gold on me like Olympics” —Future
“Fuck around and show some love to the plug/100k Versace that my rugs/I got my ice from Alaska/And I’m on fire like Tabasco/You tried to cross me, you bastard/Pop at they head like a Snapple/I could act like it ain’t nothin’/Meanwhile, my nigga gettin’ drastic/Meanwhile, my nigga can trace ya/Meanwhile, my niggas can’t miss” —Young Thug
“I put a pool on top of the penthouse, you can see me now/I’m still high from the day before, ’bout to re-up now/Nigga was broke some years ago, fuck around, lose a cap/Had the stewardess on the PJ and she chewed me out” —Future
“They keep talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout racks, ’bout to pop one now/Most of these niggas all wack, they ’bout to get knocked off now/I done went way past the quota, shit, I lost account, yeah/Pulled up, turbo on a motor, it was unannounced” —Future
“My wrist mean, light show/I’m goin’ green, Geico/I murdered the scene, Michael/Pretty thing, thot hoe/I got big rocks/I’m goin’ big clocks/I fucked up big top/She gave me big top” —Guap Tarantino
“Iced out lookin’ like a lamp, yeah/Ice on my wrist catch cramps, yeah/100 chains under my neck/100 hitters in my clique/Young nigga pulled up wit’ a stick/Keep a camera roll outta his wig/Got a blizzard sittin’ on my wrist/I’m the wizard, everything lit” —Future
“I got the Rollie from outta the shoebox, I brought ’em back out/I just got through from smashin’ on two ’em, I blew they back out/I’m on a pill, ridin’ my top off, I got that Mac out/I got a four and half of white, I’m in a crack house” —Future
“My young nigga don’t smoke on swishers, but he got a Swiss account/They tried to sue the kid on battery, had to switch accounts/We gon’ turn this shit to a murder scene, fuck what they think about it/I clean my jewelry off with the Listerine, I done made it out” —Future
“I called my man, I know he had it, told him, ‘Make somethin’ happen’/Re-up, I got visions of stackin’/Everybody’s for self now, nobody helps out/Intimidated by what I might accomplish, they jel’ now/They keep their connect to theirself, or they might tell me a number/Like they givin’ me a deal, like they lookin’ out for real/He won’t give me the plug’s math so I can talk to his man/That’s how I knew somethin’ was up, he was puttin’ his grand on top of mine” —Nas
“Summer time, S560, all I need/Twin turbo charged Benz, don’t pull me over when I speed/With my hood Miss America, other pretty women on her body in the area/Everybody be sweatin’ her/A bartender lookin’ better than a pole stripper/My ex said, ‘How this bitch take my whole nigga?’/I kept her in Louis tight jeans with gold zippers/Ain’t seen her in 25 years, she stole from niggas” —Nas
“Got that sturdy 30 clip, murder Queens rap/Picture in the precinct on the wall where the D’s at/It’s bigger than us all, please believe that/OG Esco, DJ ESCO, bumpin’ out your speaker, yeah you need that/Fuck sufferin’, from pompous Republicans on puppet strings/Breakfast at Tiffany’s, watches, rings, a couple chains/Never talk on the phone or text, a hustler’s thing/Before I would become a king” —Nas
“All my life I been a hustler and I showed you/I got 10 whips outside and they showed you/I put a Rover in the pot and took it global/I get a whip imported out, come fully loaded/I got some money, bought medallions/That bitch so bad we call her stallion/Gotta put more zips inside the styrofoam/Fucked up your budget on one stone” —Future
“And all my life I run it up nigga that’s my paper/Get the fuck up out my face before I violate you/All the pretty bitches love me I can not blame ’em/I would love me too but still I can not save ’em/I heard the niggas talking crazy, acting wild gangsta/I got some niggas right beside me that’ll violate ya/I got the .30 on me, tucked, I call that my baby/I only hit her up to bust, but still that’s my baby” —A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
“Bring It Out”
“Whip that soda, ice like polar/Double on motor on the motorola/Got your main thing, take her to boa/Took her to the crib, made her do yoga/I got bitches I know that you ain’t seen yet/Got the 4488 you ain’t see yet/These rappers gonna make me pull out my tennis chain/I’m back and forth with my bitches like a tennis game” —O.T. Genasis
“Bring It Out”
“I’m addicted to the pace, I’m a trap nigga/Why you talk behind my back you should act, nigga/Make the money come back like a lap nigga/Treat you like you did good cause I clap niggas/I got shooters on deck and it’s real fun/Put your fingers in the air, get a real gun/Heard you got a bitch nigga, get a real one” —O.T. Genasis
“Code of Honor”
“I can walk on water, fly away/I can go to places it ain’t safe/I see stars in ceilings, I see scars on villains/I see youngin’ loaded, dodgin’ penitentiary/I stay representin’, highly recommended/When I hit you with the truth, don’t you get offended/Don’t you slow me down, I’m on a roll/Don’t you fuck around and sell your soul” —Future
“Code of Honor”
“Tell me who do it like Groovy/Nigga, my life is a movie/Wifin’ that bitch, you a foolie/Nigga, that ho got the cooties/Make a deposit, jump in the rocket/Too many options, so many options/Nigga we poppin’, coppin’ and swervin’/Nigga, we servin’, send you a car/Rip it in half, jump in the ho, go/Two in the car, have a ménage, double the blondes, woah” —ScHoolboy Q
“We live a life of luxury and everything beneath us/They treat us like some criminals and never thought we’d be here/They can’t even compare niggas like me, I’m out in Egypt/My nigga just went up for appeal, he want his freedom/It’s like George Clint’, P-Funk era, we just on syrup/I keep pourin’ Actavis codeine, my drink is sterile/I’m a rockstar rapper type nigga, I’m just on steroids/I got pretty New York City bitches, I’m like they A-Rod” —Future
“Took her to Chanel, she lost her mind, went crazy/Introduced her to the real diamonds, no fugazi/Chrome heart, clip, frame, that’s when you know you made it/Only way you drive it, if it’s turbo, baby/I get NBA money, KD/I can go 100 rounds, nigga, don’t play me/Designer all the way down, bitch, slay me/Automatic drip, AK me” —Future