I Trusted You

Here is a really brilliant new talent
A singer of such rare distinction
That we simply
Had to share him with you, it's an
Honor to welcome to the stage, the gifted
"Mr Sage mr Sage shoot
I'm looking for a man named Sage"

You know
It's been like 20 years I've been doing
This, shit came up with a lot of people
A few of which fell the fuck off
So I'mma dedicate this to y'all

Pieces of shit who disappear
When the campaign fades
Got a nice little record but
You can't play on stage
I anti-promote you so I can't say your names
You're crying about money with
Your brand name shades
You tint out the window to
Your bland brain waves
You couldn't see us move
Past the champagne phase
I done changed the game while
Your fans stayed the same and say
"Shoot i'm looking for a man named Sage"

I trusted you

Listen, don't sweat the petty things and
Don't pet the sweaty things
And don't forget to hit the
Deck when ma' machete swings
It's a rage that engages
When the celly rings
You don't gotta interrupt my life
Just to tell me things
I don't get along with self help book worms
Had a ring of 'em around me
And they all took turns
With looks of concern while taking
What they could get
Some parasitic, bloated tick
Opportunistic bullshit
My little one-trick pony
You had a good run while I was
Patting your ass but after that
All anyone could say is how
You're so down to earth
So is dog shit both are
Getting left in the dirt

I trusted you

No, it ain't about the lie
It's how you tell me it
I'll slap this hatchet in your
Back before we bury it
Then spit out your cherry pit
Your petty shit goes tit's
Up i'm like, "Man, whateva"
You're all like, "What is your damage
Honey?"
Fuck me gently with a chainsaw just make sure
You lube up with salt solution, stupid
I'm a take it raw
There's canker sores on the lip
Service you give me
Your facial flaws are gettin'
All nervous and shifty
Sissy that's an easy tell
Consider the elbow grease that I
Put in when you
Get jealous of what you see me sell
How'd you fit those big dollar signs
In your little beady eyes
Without the use of photoshop or CGI?

I've got a special effect
It's called hard work
I write my own checks
That's just one of my job's perks
You got burnt but you
Keep playing with matchsticks
Keep falling off like
Weak refrigerator magnets
Lock and load cock and aim
I've got a razor tongue but it's like a
Taser gun when I make shocking claims
And I don't just talk some game
Cause I'm a commentator and a player and
A coach who can fan the flame
Fuck a stand off, I'll chop your hand off
And I'll shove it down your throat until
You choke and you can't cough
Dis me in your city if you need to
But when I come through

"Am I glad to see you Sage!"
"Wow Mr sage you made me wish
I could have been there too!"

"I trusted you, I trusted you, I trusted you"
(loop with crazy screams)