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Illusion

I know outside looking in the grass is greener
keepin up with the Jones got your pockets
leaner than Jimmy Dean bacon
all the moves you makin
no tilt in the burbs
in the pen now shaken
your head
bangin on walls
makin collect calls
like DL and Melissa
trying to keep in touch
those same homies
who used to hit you up for
lunch is the same homies leave you in the
cold in a crunch
(Chorus)
Livin in
Livin in
They got us
Livin in
Livin in
They catch us
Livin in
Livin in
Don’t be
Livin in
Livin inDamn now I got a brand new Benz
Damn so many brand new friends
But
when I didn’t have no ends
it was Soul Unit, Brown and Dosier get down
You
used to having everything sugar coated
Dosier's here to wake you up
and make you take a whiff of the almond roasted
I hate when niggas be trying to act
all hard when the cameras on -
when the lights go off
they’re soft as lamb skin or
Camel hair
Pharcyde’s gonna clear and take you there
You know the episode
take your cream
take your whole team
to a new city
got a new persona
now you can be whoever or whatever
you wanna
(Chorus)
Livin in
Livin in
they got us
Livin in
Livin in
They catch us
Livin in
Livin in
Don’t be
Livin in
Livin in
What you see
May not always be
as we quest for popularity and MTV
a Bentley
26 spinners
a yacht in he sea
Hustlin the streets
comin home at 3
but what about a nigga
locked up with no plea
only 17 rushed to emergency
didn’t make it
his unborn he struggled for he‘ll never see
I felt hella bad when his girl had offered me
there’s mice upon your men
givin all to the D’s and feds
momma threw away the work while cleanin beds
had it on consignment
so the city you fled
so much shit is wrong
you wish you were dead
on an escalator to heaven with a one night ticket
instead you have the blues like
Wilson Picket
you can’t kick it
cause you are hot in every hood
got hyped on the game
but you misunderstood
the lights and the shine
champagne and the dimes
caught up in the time
don’t let it infiltrate your mind
the cash and the clothes
fake friends, real foes
wrong place, wrong time
broke leg, broke nose
Get the bullshit outta my face
Get the bullshit outta my face
You need to stop frontin
actin like you got everything covered
but you ain’t really takin care of nothin
you need to stop frontin and jokin fella
stop using all the smoke and mirrors
you need to focus hella, please
don’t make me laugh
your style is fake as the man cuttin the lady in half
they use illusions tryin to be illusive
Dosier stay true to the flow
and cruise
(Chorus)
Livin in
Livin in
They got us
Livin in
Livin in
They catch us
Livin in
Livin in
Don’t be
Livin in
Livin in

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