That’s That BS

Lyrics

[Intro: JL] That's that bullshit [Verse 1: C-Mob] My bite is venomous I'm quite the nemesis Expose you and swipe your benefits Fuck these white supremacists I don't really give two fucks, man Crucify the Ku Klux Klan Put the deuce up and burn 'em on the old cross Put the white trash off in a new dustpan Who's trust can be given to politicians? Hypocrites, God-less Christians Praying to a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Jesus In the Middle East, that's an odd description They use him to justify their actions The one percent who divide the rations Give enough to the poor to keep us all at war They want us in divided factions If we unite, we'll stand and fight against them They'll be in a crisis They will end up lifeless They're the enemy and they pretend to be righteous They're running the government Troubled they're gonna get Some will get hunted It's fun and the gun'll spit One and they're done I get summoned, I'm gonna grip Come with the Covenants loving to bite, ouch It's what they're saying, and they start decaying And all of a sudden it's lights out Hope that you're praying 'cause I am not playing If pigs are crooked, I slice snouts Catch me going the heist route Walking up in the White House Like "Fuck you and your nice couch" [Chorus: C-Mob] Everything is bullshit (Bullshit) Empty promises is all that you'll get Politicians I'm not cool with Everything is bullshit (Bullshit) Try'na play us with religion like we're fools, bitch I'll kick over your pool pit Everything is bullshit (Bullshit) [Bridge: JL] Ohh, it smell like a bunch of bullshit I don't even know no more What the fuck is they talking about? Man, that's straight-up BS That's that bullshit [Verse 2: JL] All the ugliness the light undressed Make it hella deeper than you might've guessed Callin' it out when I sight BS They be up to somethin' like a flight of steps People the department hiring High as Lockheed Martin fighter jets Prematurely be firing When they see they can't make a justified arrest Altered reality, priests are demonic Put hands on the infant, I'm crying Lord If that was my kid I'll be charged with the battery Like electronics without the cord I could be way more gangsta Make a nigga wanna be way more Malcolm They gon' need way more tanks Need way more boots on the ground roughhousing I could be way more in your face More T.D. Jakes try'na change your outcome Two for the flight, ten thousand Nigga, can you imagine in eight more albums I be on the field like Falcons But I'm going over heads on the D-low Like the Arthur Blank, go browsing Putting numbers on the boards, Home Depot Here to take it back like repo When you see the mob going down, down, baby On defence like I hit a good free throw To the uninformed, I sound crazy (Call it out) Swattin' at a murder hornet When you see the smoke, it kinda smell like somethin' burning down there Reaching for your phone but then they hit you when they turn up on it Tellin' it was fireworks, but it kinda feel like it's a turning moment Call it like I see it, bullshit Politicians be on bullshit Flip a table, kick a pool pit Know that all of it is bullshit (Call it out) Haul 'em out, call it out, bullshit (Call it out) Haul 'em out, call it out, bullshit [Chorus: C-Mob] Everything is bullshit (Bullshit) Empty promises is all that you'll get Politicians I'm not cool with Everything is bullshit (Bullshit) Try'na play us with religion like we're fools, bitch I'll kick over your pool pit Everything is bullshit (Bullshit) [Outro: JL] That's that bullshit That's that bullshit