Big K.R.I.T. - Smoke And Mirrors lyrics

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 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

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 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 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