Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smoke and Mirrors, artist - Lloyd Banks. Date of issue: 03.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Smoke and Mirrors |
| 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! |