SupaHotBeats - Smoke And Mirrors lyrics

[Hook: Big KRIT] 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 [Verse 1: Big KRIT] I had to take a breath and chill on it I got some Soul that's if you still want it Down home, country sh** b**h yeah I'm still on it You might have bit a style or two, but ain't no sk** on it It ain't jumping out the gym if there ain't no rims on it Candy paint ain't poppin' 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 [Hook: Big KRIT] [Verse 2: Big KRIT] 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 f**, that's how you know sh**'s real So we comply, getting by is hard enough Them law know what you sellin' 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 hustlin' for nothing Wanna leave but all your people hold you back cause they struggling So you feeling like f** it, another crab in the bucket [Hook: Big KRIT] [Interlude: Big KRIT] 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