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TRAE lyrics : "Smile"

You know
I never did understand why they always told me to smile
%#@!

It ain't too much %#@! I gave a smile for
Real talk
Yo still a $$#hole by nature

Peep game

I remember comin' up able to love ^!$$% watchin' ^!$$%s $#&@ over

They over sea I kept it reala
But bein' real ain't really always what ^!$$%s make it to be
I never thought we'd make it and I'd have ^!$$%s hatin' a G

I got enough %#@! that I deal with on the day to day
Penitentiary's the life after death don't seem to go away
Even though I never know the outcomes it's always safe to pray

And try to do my best to understand he write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the $#&@ you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me Lorna died

It $#&@ed me up so much I couldn't even go to the wake
But if her family called I'm gon' make sure that they straight
It's like this part of my life I live is damn near mastered

The more people I love the more they get took away faster
Sometimes I feel I talk to God a lil more than the pastor
Prob'ly been livin' to make sure my son never become a !@$(

I've never been the one to quit I've always been the leader
But I feel this world is like a (*##$ and I know I don't need her
If I ever had this I never took the time to meet her

So I feel a frown across my face the only way to greet her
In the process of bein' Trae I missed out as a child
Prob'ly 'cause reality must stop

And they told my cousin death before he thirty after checkin' his pile
He died at 28 so how the $#&@ am I supposed to smile %#@!


I don't know my ^!$$%
I ask myself the same %#@! everyday
How the $#&@ am I supposed to smile

Life's real over here though
Ya know


Styles don't smile
The hood too foul
The lil' ^!$$%s is wild

Men lost trial
Hit 'em with some numbers he ain't eatin' doin' chow
He ain't even sleepin' he been thinkin' 'bout his child

It's real $#&@ed up but he won't see him for a while
Same bull%#@! try'na get you a money pile
You don't see the reefer or the jail doors locked

I keep a tech with the air holes @@#!ed
Now I don't wanna shoot or get shot
But Pinero's not

Gon' $#&@ with these $#&@ ^!$$%s or air those Lox
It's real hard to sleep when its money on the mind and
Murder on the mind

Puffin' on the dutch with a fist full of iron
Somebody mom cryin' 'cause somebody boy dyin'
It's the same ol' %#@!

Wait till the funeral
Same ol' trip
Crack money rap money

The same ol' grip
As Trae could've smiled out in Texas
Livin' reckless

If the cops gon' get you but ^!$$%s 'll leave you breathless
%#@! I'm a winner
More like a sinner

Try'na make it to dinner
Then live after breakfast
Ya know


Trae
S.P.

How the $#&@ are we suppose to smile
Man
Answer me that

Maybe I'll $#&@in' smile
Why'know

Nothin' to smile about
These lil' ^!$$%s is wildin' out

Do somethin' to 'em they dialin' out
Everybody lookin' at you like you foulin' out
Every hood everywhere that's what it's now about
The shootas is half your age
Give you half the gage

Daily news half the page
Known as a thug now he ain't just fly
Couple months in the group home in D-F-Y
Truthfully what could have been pended but never did
And he slid

As a youthful offender 'cause he's a kid
Problem is
The person he shot was connected
He comin' home thinkin' he's sweet and don't expect it
Big but he's still young

To him it's still fun
360 waves new gear blue steel gun
They say you ain't promised tomorrow
They got the drop and hit him right in his head with a hollow

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