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Smoke and Mirrors

Track byLloyd Banks

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  • 2021.06.04
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You don't remind me nothin' of family, why would I call you that? Judas done finally find my phone number, why would I call you back? I shot up quick, hope my fate gets along with all these stats He got all the tools, fuck is takin' so long for shorty snap This is remindin me of the first time you doubted me Wonderful timin', here I go bringin' my black aura in this colourful climate Niggas'll set up shop, run from the fact that I've designed it Don't ever think forgiveness takes away from the fact that you tried it There ain't gon' be no malfunctions the way I'm wired Pain takes a toll on ya body, truth is I'm tired Grew a disdain for some people I once admired Accepted the absence and fell in love with the triumph Gotta be solid, don't cower when bein' confronted My nigga, if you could let others divide us, we ain't one hunnid Naturally built to survive, it's trauma we stomach Fuck around and have a dance with a demon, probably become it Havin' a heart took a piece of me, I was always givin' Won't be allowed at my funeral, hated on me livin' Shoulda stayed the course, switchin' lanes was a wrong decision Tryna run away from fame, only prolonged collision This is for all y'all, no need for the song suspicion By the time you see me I made the cut, never saw the incision Doctor stapled me back up, was gifted with third eye vision I gotta argue experience, they don't deserve the wisdom Hard to enjoy excitement, too busy duckin' indictment First time I went to a psychic, she told me I wouldn't like it Skin colour can be ya vice grip, hopin' it's just a night stick Regular traffic stop, pussy copper'll flick off ya light switch And I'm a father, the thought of it makes me proud My biggest fear is lettin' one of my babies down Product of rabies, Lord knows the 80s was foul It'll tear me up as a ghost, let you suckers come lay me down Filter us out, you studio gangsters are agin' Y'all wanna talk analytics, check my engagement What's ya criteria? 'Cause I should still be ya favorite I lost ya vote along the way, fuck do I have to do to change it? 'Fore you quit, make sure you sure, can be only few rhymes away 'Fore I leave gotta look both ways, still pray up two times a day Either ya born a leader or not, won't depend on who finds a way Lucky you get a pass, ain't no coupons for pray Went from havin' everything you could think of to losin' everything Still chasin' the happiness federal notes could never bring But it's aight though, I'll get it all back with interest You ain't never walk a footstep to judge me, don't blur the sentence The clock is tickin', don't fuck off your time, you can't replace it Don't come from the bottom, won't know what it's like to really make it You lit up the bridge to our honor, figured you'd fake it Twenty crooks in one corner, runnin' adjacent Yo, and we might be fallin' in place, feel like it's out of a dream Gotta stay silent dog, some shit you can't redeem Things ain't always what they, seem... You claim to be family, stay that way, don't give a fuck's inbetween Don't know what you out there lookin' for, they put me here to be king Gotta be more than a shoulder for you to lean Things ain't always what they, seem... You claim to be family, stay that way, don't give a fuck's inbetween Queens!

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