Trae
Smile
You knowI never did understand why they always told me to smileShitIt ain't too much shit I gave a smile forReal talkYo still a asshole by naturePeep gameI remember comin' up able to love nigga watchin' niggas fuck over They over sea I kept it realaBut bein' real ain't really always what niggas make it to be I never thought we'd make it and I'd have niggas hatin' a GI got enough shit 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 fuck 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 bitch and I know I don't need herSongtexteIf 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 'cause reality must stopAnd they told my cousin death before he thirty after checkin' his pileHe died at 28 so how the fuck am I supposed to smile shitI don't know my niggaI ask myself the same shit everydayHow the fuck am I supposed to smileLife's real over here thoughYa knowStyles don't smile The hood too foulThe lil' niggas 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 fucked up but he won't see him for a whileSame bullshit 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' fuck with these fuck niggas or air those LoxIt's real hard to sleep when its money on the mind andMurder on the mind Puffin' on the dutch with a fist full of ironSomebody mom cryin' 'cause somebody boy dyin' It's the same ol' shitWait till the funeralSame ol' trip Crack money rap moneyThe same ol' gripAs Trae could've smiled out in TexasLivin' recklessIf the cops gon' get you but niggas 'll leave you breathlessshit I'm a winnerMore like a sinnerTry'na make it to dinnerThen live after breakfastYa knowTrae S.P.How the fuck are we suppose to smileManAnswer me thatMaybe I'll fuckin' smile Why'knowNothin' to smile aboutThese lil' niggas 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 D-F-YTruthfully what could have been pended but never didAnd he slidAs a youthful offender 'cause 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
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