Trust Me - Killa Kyleon, Lil Brent

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'