Smoke Screen - Mickey Factz, B. Madison

Trying to make it happen, caught up in the smoke screen x6

Caught up in the smoke screen, caught up in the smoke screen

Entertain, the dudes that came in the game with I don’t hang with

7 different managers in the span of 8 years

Now I manage myself and brother I ain’t scared

Shit is like the carnival though, my life ain’t fair

I’m feeling horrible bro, I’m getting gray hair, 31

About to go bald headed, 20−11 I did a record with John Legend

The A&R said right before I play it

He ain’t a fan of the singer so he will probably hate it

The smoke screen I see in front of me got me jaded

How can I dominating the people that’s ovulating, period

Kay here we go, around people I feel alone nowhere to go

I try to get a verse shit it always the worst

It’s either I get the run around or they scared to tell me no

It’s a part of the game I can’t hate

They stab your back first and give you a hand shake

You getting the plan b and finishing plan h

Because all the powers that be neglected my fan base

Damn dawg, in 0−8 I was the man dawg

I had a plan y’all you don’t understand boy

But I’m clumsy and it slipped out my hands y’all

I’ma get it back and that’s word to my grandmoms

Caught in a daze, it’s like smoke and mirrors

Was all so strange, now the visions clearer

Fuck your advice, don’t try to tell me how to live my life

Everything it seems, is not what it seems

Lost in the scene, could have been a smoke screen

Trying to make it happen, caught up in the smoke screen x6

Caught up in the smoke screen, caught up in the smoke screen

Here go the plot, people say they your friends but knowing they really not

You’re hoping to get ahead, you see them get to the top

And once they get ahead, they act like they forgot, smoke screen

Feeling like a dope fein, looking for a hit comparing that shit to codeine

Ask somebody to look me in the eyes tell me my flows mean

Turn around and say somebody

Happen to keep it real, fuck a casino Mickey really need a deal

Bank account looking homeless, because I need a mill

I feel like Morpheus lie when he gave me the pill, what’s going on

Marvin Gaye singing, I’m treating every night like it’s holiday drinking

Tell the label that I’m always in the studio they need to just give me a shot

From the booths, call me Abe Lincoln, president

It’s evident, the evidence of these gentlemen is negligent

I never win, I just want the fans to tell a friend, to tell a friend

Be in a position to clear the smoke, settled in

New air, cleared out, yeah

I’m too scared to tear it out, I get new ears every new year

With a few fears so I’m treated like new gear I wear em out