Illusions

[Intro: Imani] Yeah! What? [Verse 1: Imani] I know outside looking in the grass is greener Keeping up with the Joneses, got your pockets leaner Then, Jimmy Dean making all the moves you're making Don't do in the burbs with the female shakin' Your head banging on walls, making collect calls Like Tia and Melissa tryna keep in touch The same homies used to hit you up for lunch Are the same ones leave ya in the cool, in the crunch [Chorus] We've been good (Could be that), even if you couldn't see that (Could be that) Even if [?] (You can't just struggle) (Could be that) That's right (Yeah) It's like... (Even in illusion) [Verse 2: Imani] Huh, damn, now I got a brand new Benz Damn, so many brand new friends But when I didn't have no Benz It was so you to frown on those you get down You used to having everything sugar-coated Though you hear the way up And take it with the arm and roast it I hate when niggas be trying to act all hard When the cameras on When the lights go off, they soft like lamps in the camera hair Pharcyde gon' play the air and take you there You know the routine, you know the episode Take ya cream, take your whole team to a new city Got a new persona now You can be whoever or whatever you wanna— (Wanna, wanna, wanna) [Chorus] We've been good (Could be that), even if you couldn't see that (Could be that) Even if [?] (Don't be shut up) (Could be that) Even if [?] (You can't just struggle) (Could be that) Even in illusion [Verse 3: Imani] Yo, what you see may not always be As we pass the popularity and MTV You're barely twenty-six minutes, a yacht in the sea Hustling the streets, coming home at three But what about a nigga locked up with no plea Only seventeen, rushed to emergency Didn't make it, he's a boy, he struggled for, he'll never see I felt hella bad when his girl let off at me There's mice upon your man, give it all to the Gs and Feds Mama do away the work, we'll clean advance It was on consignment, so the city ya fled So much shit is wrong that you wish you was dead On the escalator to heaven with the one-night ticket They say you got the blues like Wilson Pickett You can't kick it 'cause you're hot in every hood Got hyped on the game, but you misunderstood The lights and the shine, champagne, all the dimes Caught up in the candlelight, infiltrate your mind The cash and the clothes, fake fans, real foes Wrong place, wrong time, well played, real close [Bridge: Bootie Brown & Imani] Get the bullshit outta my face Get the bullshit outta my face, huh Get the bullshit outta my face Get the bullshit outta my face [Verse 4: Imani] Ya, ya You need to stop fronting, 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 them smoke and mirrors You need to focus Hella, please, don't make me laugh Your style is fake as the man cuttin' a lady in half Huh, they use illusion, tryna be illusive Known to stay true with the flow And cruise on like a cruise ship [Chorus] We've been good (Could be that), even if you couldn't see that (Could be that) Even if [?] (Don't be shut up) (Could be that) Even if [?] (You can't just struggle) (Could be that) Even in illusion [Outro] (Could be that) (Could be that)