Smoking Mirrors

Who is it?
Ah nah I'm good bro
Nah don't don't answer it
Nah 'cause she gon' start an argument with me
'Cause I said it was disrespectful that she out posting these pi
There she go again bro like I said don't
Send her to voicemail for real
She can preach to the voicemail
She can send me a paragraph
I'm done

Tired of the lies and bullsh-
Women only love what ya give 'em
See you on the rise you could hit it
All you need is fame no gimmicks
Wish I could find someone that's gone be down for me
Not playing games no monopoly
Either give all of you or you get none of me
This ain't a trade off no seriously
I run into these models on a daily routine
I couldn't find 'em back when I was seventeen
Only sh- changed that I follow my dream
And I find it strange how it's never what it seems
Ya take a hundred pics acting like it's peachy
Think you Houdin but you won't fool me
Put it on the gram 'cause it's all pristine
Said you in a rut but ya love ya routine

It's smoking mirrors yeah
It's nothing what it seems
Don't fall into a trap or
You'll just be running a scheme
Ya playing with your soul
It's never worth the effort
Don't sell yourself for likes
Because your worth more than you measure