Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Folks Like Us, artist - Evil Ebenezer. Album song Bandit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Evil Ebenezer
Song language: English
Folks Like Us |
| Verse 1 — Evil: |
| Ouu I never wanted any of this for you ya ya ya |
| My heart is haunted and I know that you know it’s true |
| I’m gonna tell you how it started, early in the morning |
| I was on a plane room, coming back from Poland |
| Ya ya yaaa ya ya ya |
| And I’m gonna tell you that when I land, they gonna be hiding, somewhere very |
| far away where I can find them |
| Don’t bother calling me you’re calling on my old phone |
| Soon as I touch down you’re running from your old home |
| How you gonna hide that? |
| why you gotta lie Jack? |
| Why you gotta lie and tell me that you’re gonna fight back? |
| But you never fire back, fire back, fire back |
| Yea you bitches never fire back |
| Hook 2x — Evil: |
| I see their faces changing, now I’m on their playlist |
| Used to do that gang shit, now it’s entertainment |
| Going for that viral, like walking on a tight rope |
| I dont know I might blow, but they dont really like |
| Folks like us |
| Verse 2 — Merkules: |
| They dont really like folks like us |
| I remember when they didn’t even know our stuff |
| Now they’re in our email, trying to open up |
| On our shows in front row trying to hold our nuts |
| Naah we gon get this money like fuck rapping |
| Went from slaves to kings like what happened |
| We’re the major thing and y’all slacking |
| Evil made a ring, I jumped at it |
| It’s my brother motherfucker I’d kill for him |
| 6AM in Poland, you know we’re still pouring |
| He need a bail from jail? |
| I pay the bail for him |
| Pick him up at the station inside an ill foreign |
| Hold up, hold up, let it breathe |
| Ain’t no one gonna fuck with our team |
| More bucks, more love on the scene |
| And you’ll be at the theather |
| You can see us on the screen |
| Like Will Pharrel, the real Pharrel, I’m killing em |
| They say I got ADD, I need ritalin |
| Hoes on our dick and their skin colour cinnamon |
| But what you’re really getting is money — we’re not interested |
| I told NATO send the record and I’ll smash it |
| I just gotta teach a lesson to these bastards |
| Were the real deal and I’m fed up with these hasbeens |
| They want beef? |
| Please send me in the address |
| Then I’ll pull up out front by myself |
| And pull a shotgun outta sling on my belt |
| Then let it sing 'till the Page bring help |
| Trying to throw me in the Bing but I Dip down south |
| They never caught me on a camera — candid |
| So until then I’m on a run, I’m a bandit |
| Me and Evil caught a flight to Calabasas |
| Clean slate, 2 whips, new mansions |
| Hook 2x — Evil: |
| I see their faces changing, now I’m on their playlist |
| Used to do that gang shit, now it’s entertainment |
| Going for that viral, like walking on a tight rope |
| I dont know I might blow, but they dont really like |
| Folks like us |