Paroles de la chanson Smoke and Mirrors par LLoyd Banks

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Paroles de la chanson Smoke and Mirrors par LLoyd Banks

You don't remind me nothin' of family, why would I call you that?
Judas done finally found 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 colorful 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 color can be ya vice grip, hopin' it's just a night stick
Regular traffic stop, pussy copper'll flip 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 in between
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 in between
Queens

Rifle, prepare to fire
Ready, aim

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