"Caught Up In This Illusion" lyrics
Juicy J & Endea Owens Lyrics
(feat. Kenneth Whalum)
Peace, peace
Yeah. M-town
Hey, bro. Uh huh
Caught up in this illusion
feeling like I can't win for losing
They wonder what I been doing
I just been putting my life in the music
and it feel therapeutic. Spending time with the fam
My daughter gon' be like her mama, I'm teaching my son how to be a man
Y'all spending too much time on the gram
Need to go outside and feel the grass
You only get one life, you don't realize that 'til it pass
I'm painting the canvas, I'm painting that picture to show you that life
Watch out for the traps, watch out for the snakes, the rats, the mice
It's deeper in rap. It's crazy, not many of us can see
It's the land of the free, same time, it's the belly of the beast
I'm just trying to give me a peace
I'm just trying to free my dog off the leash
I just want my homies to eat
We're too busy trying to compete
We're too busy running each other down in the streets
Why the hell you think I'd been out of town, out of reach?
I ain't trying to preach
I just had to put a little soul on the track
This I sound when you get in that mode, you don't hold nothing back
Me and my dog, pick and rolls to the rack
Sit at the light, late night with the pole in my lap
It's too many trolls on the app
I feel like the phone might be tapped
All these rappers get trapped
So many haters in my city. I'm constantly watching my back
All day staring at the cameras. Paranoia is standard
If you don't understand, I'm only on this grind for my family
Hypnotize Minds catalog doing somersaults
They tryna purchase our masters
Investors calling now they wanna talk
If I sample your music, you be looking for a fee
When they sample my music, it's suppose to be free
What part of the game is that? I can't really dig it
But Friendship and business. Two things I'm not mixing
Somebody told me, if you want the real bag, then you gotta pay the price
That's why I bet it all on myself, I'm about to roll the dice
Had to take a leap of faith. I'm about to take a chance
Pat turned his life around, God had other plans
God heard momma prayers, she just want the best for us
Everything mom and dad did for us, can't thank them enough
I just hit Paul, like let's gon' 'head, make a triple-six documentary
We can teach the lil homies all about the good and bad in this industry
All the blood, sweat and tears, all platinum and the gold
Rappers selling their soul, just so they can be a trend on the scroll
Shout out La Chat, we talk every day, know she got my back
She the queen of Memphis, and can't nobody take that back
Shout out Crunchy Black, no matter what, just know I love ya
No matter where we been, thick or thin, you my brother
Shout out to Lil Wyte, I'm so proud of
I love it that you sober, it's a wild struggle
Long live Gangsta Boo, Koopsta Nicca, rest in peace
Miss you, Lord Infamous, Prophet Posse HCP
Still repping Taylor Gang, Wiz and momma Peachie
I know I'm not her son, but that's still how she treats me
I can't leave this rap game alone, it's still need me
My songs heal the hood, make me feel like Dr. Sebi
The streets still got love for me, the industry, they study me
Got it out the mud, tryna make sure all my brothers eat
And even when we gone, our influence live forever
Triple 6 Mafia, we going down as legends
Yeah. M-town
Hey, bro. Uh huh
Caught up in this illusion
feeling like I can't win for losing
They wonder what I been doing
I just been putting my life in the music
and it feel therapeutic. Spending time with the fam
My daughter gon' be like her mama, I'm teaching my son how to be a man
Y'all spending too much time on the gram
Need to go outside and feel the grass
You only get one life, you don't realize that 'til it pass
I'm painting the canvas, I'm painting that picture to show you that life
Watch out for the traps, watch out for the snakes, the rats, the mice
It's deeper in rap. It's crazy, not many of us can see
It's the land of the free, same time, it's the belly of the beast
I'm just trying to give me a peace
I'm just trying to free my dog off the leash
I just want my homies to eat
We're too busy trying to compete
We're too busy running each other down in the streets
Why the hell you think I'd been out of town, out of reach?
I ain't trying to preach
I just had to put a little soul on the track
This I sound when you get in that mode, you don't hold nothing back
Me and my dog, pick and rolls to the rack
Sit at the light, late night with the pole in my lap
It's too many trolls on the app
I feel like the phone might be tapped
All these rappers get trapped
So many haters in my city. I'm constantly watching my back
All day staring at the cameras. Paranoia is standard
If you don't understand, I'm only on this grind for my family
Hypnotize Minds catalog doing somersaults
They tryna purchase our masters
Investors calling now they wanna talk
If I sample your music, you be looking for a fee
When they sample my music, it's suppose to be free
What part of the game is that? I can't really dig it
But Friendship and business. Two things I'm not mixing
Somebody told me, if you want the real bag, then you gotta pay the price
That's why I bet it all on myself, I'm about to roll the dice
Had to take a leap of faith. I'm about to take a chance
Pat turned his life around, God had other plans
God heard momma prayers, she just want the best for us
Everything mom and dad did for us, can't thank them enough
I just hit Paul, like let's gon' 'head, make a triple-six documentary
We can teach the lil homies all about the good and bad in this industry
All the blood, sweat and tears, all platinum and the gold
Rappers selling their soul, just so they can be a trend on the scroll
Shout out La Chat, we talk every day, know she got my back
She the queen of Memphis, and can't nobody take that back
Shout out Crunchy Black, no matter what, just know I love ya
No matter where we been, thick or thin, you my brother
Shout out to Lil Wyte, I'm so proud of
I love it that you sober, it's a wild struggle
Long live Gangsta Boo, Koopsta Nicca, rest in peace
Miss you, Lord Infamous, Prophet Posse HCP
Still repping Taylor Gang, Wiz and momma Peachie
I know I'm not her son, but that's still how she treats me
I can't leave this rap game alone, it's still need me
My songs heal the hood, make me feel like Dr. Sebi
The streets still got love for me, the industry, they study me
Got it out the mud, tryna make sure all my brothers eat
And even when we gone, our influence live forever
Triple 6 Mafia, we going down as legends
