Reks, Bishop Lamont - Trust Us lyrics
[Reks, Bishop Lamont - Trust Us lyrics]
"I mean, who are we supposed to trust?"
"Same people we always trust us"
Fuck you Mr politician, don't wanna listen
Nothing you plan to offer can get
Me out of my position
Mama still in the hospital, bed-ridden
Her head spinning
Popping them painkillers, fed from a tube
Listen don't give a fuck if you
And his views are different
I'mma have to pay for my son's school tuition
Learning, he will probably use third
Shift in the worst condition
I sorta miss them days of Bill Clinton
Bills didn't seem to stack up to the ceiling
I find that appealing
Fed up of this bullshit you dealing
Cards is at even odds, and leaving hard
And Mama, pray to Lord, keep believing in God
A facade, maybe not
But we not getting off of these blocks
Word to X, get it dark, and hell is hot
The belly pop
Ball in position, we put in hard to avoid
And the Devil knows just where to employ us
Who are you gonna trust
Us or them? It's simple mathematics
Number one, public enemy
With the pen pad shit
I become the only one you can rely on
'Cus I don't lie to 'em, one hundred pure
Okay, election's over
Four more years of nigga shit
Racist America, yeah you gotta deal with it
You don't even like the half that's white
So you really gotta hate my
Black ass on sight
Alright, big lip, big nose, black
I'm so proud all over YouTube
Infecting your precious child
Got little Johnny rebelling
Yelling "Fuck the system!"
You wanna bargain some stock
In this private prisons
'Cus niggas getting flipped like hot cakes
Legal state free
Better than what that cotton made
Man, you witnessin' the legacy
The south been risen
It's that new age confederacy
Clan took off their sheets
Dipped them in the tea party
You don't know? Oh boy
You better ask somebody
Enemy invisible, ring the alarm a scene
They strike like when they hit the pentagon
"Same people we always trust us"
Fuck you Mr politician, don't wanna listen
Nothing you plan to offer can get
Me out of my position
Mama still in the hospital, bed-ridden
Her head spinning
Popping them painkillers, fed from a tube
Listen don't give a fuck if you
And his views are different
I'mma have to pay for my son's school tuition
Learning, he will probably use third
Shift in the worst condition
I sorta miss them days of Bill Clinton
Bills didn't seem to stack up to the ceiling
I find that appealing
Fed up of this bullshit you dealing
Cards is at even odds, and leaving hard
And Mama, pray to Lord, keep believing in God
A facade, maybe not
But we not getting off of these blocks
Word to X, get it dark, and hell is hot
The belly pop
Ball in position, we put in hard to avoid
And the Devil knows just where to employ us
Who are you gonna trust
Us or them? It's simple mathematics
Number one, public enemy
With the pen pad shit
I become the only one you can rely on
'Cus I don't lie to 'em, one hundred pure
Okay, election's over
Four more years of nigga shit
Racist America, yeah you gotta deal with it
You don't even like the half that's white
So you really gotta hate my
Black ass on sight
Alright, big lip, big nose, black
I'm so proud all over YouTube
Infecting your precious child
Got little Johnny rebelling
Yelling "Fuck the system!"
You wanna bargain some stock
In this private prisons
'Cus niggas getting flipped like hot cakes
Legal state free
Better than what that cotton made
Man, you witnessin' the legacy
The south been risen
It's that new age confederacy
Clan took off their sheets
Dipped them in the tea party
You don't know? Oh boy
You better ask somebody
Enemy invisible, ring the alarm a scene
They strike like when they hit the pentagon