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(Oh, Hicks made this shit) You know, every answer that's a question I done beat the odds twice, so you know I'm countin' my blessings Watch my vision clear, I see my opps anywhere I done broke up with my dawg, got a divorce with my fear Fell in love with my dream, tried to plant a couple seeds I can rock with the title, just don't ask me for a ring Can't believe Instagram, it's smoke and mirrors Everything ain't what it seem to be, in fact and clearer I, I've been goin' through a couple things now Bitches lyin' on my name, tryna gain clout Like, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh You gon' get throu-ou-ou-ough I had my mind in set to go and get a milly 'Til slime told me, "Bro, where the fuck a milly" Bitches screamin' at my shows, look I done did it Got a cool ass man, but tryna ball like she did it Red bottom spike, bitch, I'm lit I'm a broke big dream, you can say I'm it I had to cut my mans out, he did it for himself They told me, "Foonk go right, this fool went left" Let another nigga try to play me, out of pocket I'm itchin' to prove a point to show these fools I still got it (Brrt, brrt) Got a call that your man here And fuck the DA, next month then I'm out of here Smoke and mirrors, smoke and mirrors Smoke and mirrors, smoke and mirrors Smoke and mirrors, smoke and mirrors Smoke and mirrors, smoke and mirrors Everything ain't what it seems to be Smoke and mirrors, smoke and mirrors Smoke and mirrors, smoke and mirrors Smoke and mirrors, smoke and mirrors Smoke and mirrors, smoke and mirrors These niggas hopin' that I don't succeed I kick more shit than David Beckham Ride around with a felon, gotta be careful Couldn't take some people with me, so I had left 'em Jumpin' on the stage showin' out, I'm in Tampa, uh If you cross me, you a dub I'm takin' advantage of this fuckin' buzz I'm from the hood, you know where they was I got sixty blue strips like I knew cuz Yeah, smoke and mirrors, smoke and mirrors I got twenty thousand stuffed, these Amiri You can tell the hater that I'm here Got the hottest mixtape [?] Took two-fifty on the bond bail Slimed him out for a brick, then I told him that his [?] I'm done talkin' 'bout the appeal Mom Duke said, "Fuck 'em, nigga, tell them how you feel" Smoke and mirrors, smoke and mirrors Smoke and mirrors, smoke and mirrors Smoke and mirrors, smoke and mirrors Smoke and mirrors, smoke and mirrors Everything ain't what it seems to be Smoke and mirrors, smoke and mirrors Smoke and mirrors, smoke and mirrors Smoke and mirrors, smoke and mirrors Smoke and mirrors, smoke and mirrors These niggas hopin' that I don't succeed Smoke and mirrors, smoke and mirrors Smoke and mirrors, smoke and mirrors Smoke and mirrors, smoke and mirrors Smoke and mirrors, smoke and mirrors
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My Struggle