Intro (Trae)You knowI never did understand why they always told me to smileS***It ain't too much s*** I gave a smile forReal talkYo still a a**hole by naturePeep gameVerse 1 (Trae)I remember comin' up able to love n***a watchin' n****z f*** overThey over sea I kept it realaBut bein' real ain't really always what n****z make it to beI never thought we'd make it and I'd have n****z hatin' a GI got enough s*** that I deal with on the day to dayPenitentiary's the life after death don't seem to go awayEven though I never know the outcomes it's always safe to prayAnd try to do my best to understand he write a rhyme awayI got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my sideI'm like what the f*** you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me Lorna diedIt f***ed me up so much I couldn't even go to the wakeBut if her family called I'm gon' make sure that they straightIt's like this part of my life I live is damn near masteredThe more people I love the more they get took away fasterSometimes I feel I talk to God a lil more than the pastorProb'ly been livin' to make sure my son never become a bastardI've never been the one to quit I've always been the leaderBut I feel this world is like a b***h and I know I don't need herIf I ever had this I never took the time to meet herSo I feel a frown across my face the only way to greet herIn the process of bein' Trae I missed out as a childProb'ly cuz reality must stopAnd they told my cousin death before he thirty after checkin' his pileHe died at 28 so how the f*** am I supposed to smile s***(Styles P)I don't know my n***aI ask myself the same s*** everydayHow the f*** am I supposed to smileLife's real over here thoughY'knowVerse 2 (Styles P)Styles don't smileThe hood too foulThe lil n****z is wildMen lost trialHit 'em with some numbers he ain't eatin' doin' chowHe ain't even sleepin' he been thinkin' 'bout his childIt's real f***ed up but he won't see him for a whileSame bulls*** try'na get you a money pileYou don't see the reefer or the jail doors lockedI keep a tech with the air holes cockedNow I don't wanna shoot or get shotBut Pinero's notGon' f*** with these f*** n****z or air those LoxIt's real hard to sleep when its money on the mind andMurder on the mindPuffin' on the dutch with a fist full of ironSomebody mom cryin' cuz somebody boy dyin'It's the same ol' s***Wait till the funeralSame ol' tripCrack money rap moneyThe same ol' gripAs Trae could've smiled out in TexasLivin' recklessIf the cops gon' get you but n****z'll leave you breathlessS*** I'm a winnerMore like a sinnerTry'na make it to dinnerThen live after breakfastY'know(Styles P)TraeS.P.How the f*** are we suppose to smileManAnswer me thatMaybe I'll f***in' smileY'knowVerse 3 (Jadakiss)Nothin' to smile aboutThese lil n****z is wildin' outDo somethin' to 'em they dialin' outEverybody lookin' at you like you foulin' outEvery hood everywhere that's what it's now aboutThe shootas is half your ageGive you half the gageDaily news half the pageKnown as a thug now he ain't just flyCouple months in the group home in DFYTruthfully what could have been pended but never didAnd he slidAs a youthful offender cuz he's a kidProblem isThe person he shot was connectedHe comin' home thinkin' he's sweet and don't expect itBig but he's still youngTo him it's still fun360 waves new gear blue steel gunThey say you ain't promised tomorrowThey got the drop and hit him right in his head with a hollow
