Trust Me

[Verse 1: Sneak]
They're begging me for what's hot
In the form of hip-hop
Music tellin' the kids what's real and what's not
Cue cards telin' me how to feel and how to respond
Which I'm not fond of
Time's up, you wish your rap's like McDonald's
Boy, wear your commas
More heart than the Tin Man, post-op
What it take to be on the top
Onstage talkin' about what it take to be on the block
Screaming "Fuck the cops"
One hand on my cock, the other one in her bra
All in lieu of love, at least we got hip-hop

[Chorus: Y-Angel]
See no evil, speak no evil
Close your eyes, bless the people
Chop the trees, light the trees
Get that paper, smoke that weed
That's the code
Never fold
'Til we leave
Trust in me

[Verse 2: Y-Angel]
Rich man that's eighty-somethin'
With a gold-digger that's ridin' on 'im
I'm an oldtimer in a young body
In my bed imagining
Showbiz abducting me
And having all these ladies listening
Taking their brains, lobotomy
And since God said no science fair
And kept me out the projects
My stories got a different status quo
And it goes no, I ain't no house nigga
So don't bother me with that homework
'Cause I'd rather be in my field
Tillin' my rap skills until my rap skills have me shining magically
(Sneak: Tru-trust in me)

[Chorus: Y-Angel]
See no evil, speak no evil
Close your eyes, bless the people
Chop the trees, light the trees
Get that paper, smoke that weed
That's the code
Never fold
'Til we leave
Trust in me

[Outro: Sneak]
Tru-trust in me, trust in me (x2)
Trust in me, tru-trust in me (x2)