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

[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 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