Folks Like Us - Evil Ebenezer, Merkules

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