Hard 2 Smile
You know I never did understand
Why they always told me to smile
Shit it ain't too much shit
Out here to smile fo'
Real talk - you know it's
Still Assholes By Nature, peep game
I remember comin up labeled the lil'nigga
Watchin niggas fuck over they own
But see I kept it realer
But bein real ain't always what
Niggas make it to be
I never thought we'd make it and
I'd have niggas hatin a G
I got enough shit that I deal
With on the day to day
Pennitentaries and life after death don't
Seem to go away
Even though I never know the outcome
Somethin say to pray
And try to do my best to
Understand he right around the way
I got a call from MrRogers just the other
Day - telling me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin bout
- until he told me Loinna died
It fucked me up so much I
Couldn't even go the wait
But if her family call I'm a
Make sure that they straight
It's like this part of my life
I live is damn near mastered
The mo'people I love
The mo'they get took away faster
Sometimes I feel I talk to
God alittle mo'then a pastor
Probably to live and make sure my
Son never become a basterd
I never been the one to quit
I always been a leader
But I feel this world is like a bitch
And I know I don't need her
If I knew it was this I'd never
Took the time to meet her
So I feel the frown across my face
The only way to greet her
In the process of bein'Trae
I missed out as a child
Probably because reality my style
And they told my cousin death before
He's thirty after checkin his file
He damn near twenty - eight so how
The fuck am I suppose to smile?
I don't know my nigga
I ask myself the same shit everyday
How the fuck am I suppose to smile?
Life's real over here, you know
Styles don't smile, the hood too foul
The lil'niggas is wild, man lost trial
Hit e'm with some numbers
He ain't even gon'chow
He ain't even sleepin
He been thinkin 'bout his child
It's real fucked up but he
Won't see him for awhile
Same bullshit tryna get you a money pile
We all see the reefer
Or the kill - doors locked
I keep the tech with the air hose cocked
Now I don't wanna shoot or get shot
But Paniro's not
Gon'fuck with these fuck niggas
I air those blocks it's real hard to sleep
When it's money on the mind
Murder on the mind
Puffin on a dutch with a fist full of iron
Somebody's mom cryin
Cause somebody's boy dyin
It's the same ole shit
From the wait to the funeral same ole trip
Crack money, rap money the same ole grip
Ask Trae could I smile out in Texas
Livin wreckless
Said the cops gon'get you and
Niggas'll leave you breathless
Shit I'm a winner, mo'like a sinner
Tryna make it to dinner -
Then live after breakfast
You know, Trae - SP
How the fuck are we suppose to smile?
Nigga answer me that
And maybe I'll fuckin smile, you know
