Trickle Up by Chef Zoot | An Andrew Yang for President Song

Automating away all our basic autonomy Basically pay for the fake aristocracy Shaking the shame and the sickening policy Save it on sacred and taking my property Locked out for weed, locked out for poverty Lots of us locked out for being anomalies Locking us down if we ain't how we ought to be How can I help when I ain't even proud of me? Perfect solution, I heard you've been losing Be sure to be nervous, they certainly choosing He's certainly proving and curving and cruising Threw everything, throwing it, I'm serving the truth Young bucks trickle up Ayy, young gang standing up Ayy, plain jeans on the bus Man, y'all don't know it's us Ayy, young bucks trickle up Ayy, young gang standing up Ayy, plain jeans on the bus Man, y'all don't know it's us I just left my school, couldn't find a pot to piss in Harsh recidivism needed extra extradition Imagine giving ten Benjamins to kids in my position That's your decision It's so pernicious With your permission I hope you're listening I really hope you listen We're sick and tired Yang is breaking the silence Y'all way too pious Accepting what y'all provided Come out of hiding Take them all by surprise We lost the pride He's told us where we can find it Young bucks trickle up Ayy, young gang standing up Ayy, plain jeans on the bus Man, y'all don't know it's us Ayy, young bucks trickle up Ayy, young gang standing up Ayy, plain jeans on the bus Man, y'all don't know it's us