Smoke And Mirrors
(专辑: See Me On Top 4 - 2014)
I'm tired of these smoke and mirrors I
see it clear Too many bojangles' I
cheer In mama [?] Playing dress-up like they real But I
know they fit The
progression of the
people under the
stairs That's too poor to come up there But we knocking doors, off the
hinges Tryna stay one with ourselves, and not these prisoners That AK say I
can go anywhere, without a
lintian Don't let these old Versace lenses, cloud your vision Along with smoke and mirrors I
had to take a
breath and chill on it I
got some Soul that's if you still want it Down home, country shit Bitch yeah I'm still on it You might have bit a
style or two, but ain't no skill on it It ain't jumping out the
gym if there ain't no rims on it Candy paint ain't popping enough that you can throw some rim on it Say you got that Ghetty Green, why you sprinkle stims on it? Yeah I
got family to feed, suggest you throw some M's on it Trim on it, money trees need water to grow some [?] on it Buy a
house, two or three and let my mama live on it So I
can break bread with my partners, contrary to popular belief they tired of toting choppers cause I'm tired of these smoke and mirrors I
see it clear Too many bojangles' I
cheer In mama [?] Playing dress-up like they real But I
know they fit The
progression of the
people under the
stairs That's too poor to come up there But we knocking doors, off the
hinges Tryna stay one with ourselves, and not these prisoners That AK say I
can go anywhere, without a
lintian Don't let these old Versace lenses, cloud your vision Along with smoke and mirrors How many blunts you plan to smoke today? How many drinks you need to stop the
shakes? I
know the
feeling when the
ceiling's the
only thing to watch And it's either gas your car or buy food for your spot 8
'O clock, on the
dot, they call you for them bills Sallie Mae don't give a
fuck, that's how you know shit's real So we comply, getting by is hard enough Them law know what you selling cause they ain't that far from you Stake they two damn cars from ya And them junkies be [?] Just the P
will cost you re-up so you hustling for nothing Wanna leave but all your people hold you back cause they struggling So you feeling like fuck it, another crab in the
bucket I'm tired of these smoke and mirrors I
see it clear Too many bojangles' I
cheer In mama [?] Playing dress-up like they real But I
know they fit The
progression of the
people under the
stairs That's too poor to come up there But we knocking doors, off the
hinges Tryna stay one with ourselves, and not these prisoners That AK say I
can go anywhere, without a
lintian Don't let these old Versace lenses, cloud your vision Along with smoke and mirrors Gravity can't hold us, if you judging by my colors Then you don't really know me, if you ain't at all love Then what you trying to show me Another car, another crib, another deal, another Rolley Cause I
done seen it all and That's not a
reflection of, what I'm meant to be It's monetary at the
less so So what we gon' do now? This time's ticking, please for give me I'll admit