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Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Trust Me |
| Hey |
| Yeah |
| Check, one, two, what it do? |
| They say, «Make it great again.» |
| Just to make us hate again |
| Use a couple rappers |
| That’s the way they bait us in |
| Hateful ass crackers |
| That’s the way they play to win |
| Evil ass bastards |
| I can’t put my faith in them |
| Used to be our masters |
| That’s why I can’t fuck with them |
| Business men and pastors |
| I can’t put my trust in them |
| They campaignin', we complainin' |
| Ain’t no damn changes |
| Then they the judge and the jury |
| We just the damn plaintiff |
| They feed us bullshit like a danish and we digest it |
| Manipulate us, we process it, no progression |
| Our obsession is spendin', so that’s their objective |
| Apply pressure, bust us, fuck us in our rectum |
| We elect 'em, they don’t protect us, then sell us dreams |
| Then they neglect us, then they infect us with plots and schemes |
| What happened to that March on Washington with Dr. King? |
| I guess it died the same day the feds shot the King |
| Do it for the 'Gram, do it for the 'Gram |
| Do it for the Vine, do it for the Vine |
| Tell our vision, tell our vision, tell our vision |
| They just fuckin' with your mind, fuckin' with your mind |
| Yeah, do it for the 'Gram, do it for the 'Gram |
| Do it for the Vine, do it for the Vine |
| Tell our vision, tell our vision, tell our vision |
| They just fuckin' with your mind, fuckin' with your mind |
| Yeah |
| Black lives don’t matter, you see the casual diss |
| Niggas say they ain’t votin', slave mentality |
| They still unfit from all those years of brutality |
| I call it mission accomplished, that’s my analogy |
| Go alone and get along, you get a salary |
| Trump and Hillary just a Mickey and Mallory |
| Natural Born Killers, I see the signs |
| Use a few niggas, they love 'em, and they complyin' |
| Brainwashin' you niggas, yeah, they beauticians |
| They plant that shit in your mind more than extensions |
| House niggas love master, that’s tradition |
| Now niggas scared to speak without permission |
| The most powerful women like Oprah Winfrey |
| She ain’t supportin' no woman, that bitch missin' |
| But these niggas ain’t focused on no election |
| These niggas tryna pop bottles and get a section |
| Look at what we livin' in (Livin' in) |
| I can’t even trust my best friend, damn |
| A pool full of blood what I’m swimmin' in (Yeah, yeah) |
| I can’t even trust the president, damn (Man, damn) |
| They shoot a nigga with no evidence (Yeah, yeah) |
| They just killin' young niggas, goddamn |
| Our hands in the air and it’s evidence (Don't shoot!) |
| They still killin' niggas live on cam' |