D. Sanders - Smile lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I mean, I mean I gotta, gotta new me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I mean, I mean I gotta, gotta new me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I gotta, gotta [Verse 1] This for the block This for lil Kevin and Robin and Rockm And Tiggi and 40 be quiet, n***as recording You want to talk her to d**h but i'm House-ing that b**h Bleed her to d**h, feed all my n***as then leave her to d**h I've been so good with this sh** Do you live here to die? All them n***as bereaving your steps Mama I just wanna shine, p**y a** n***a gon' lean on the ref n***a I woke up this mornin', feeling like I don't be needing myself I'ma get bigger than Whoo Kid, who can go harder than Mac? Put the lil Xan in my back I'ma go harder though, I'ma go harder though Look at the martyr go, smokin' the artichoke This what you wanted, ain't this what you wanted, they dissing Tha Carter IV I'ma flip me a b**h in the mornin' though I'ma flip me a b**h in the mornin' though I'ma flip me a b**h and my partners talk sh** While my n***as say, "This why we in here, ain't this why we did it" [Bridge] My n***a just made it back home Pocket full of money, god damn Them n***as might smile when they see him n***a made it back home Pocket full of money, god damn Them n***as might smile when they see him [Hook] I can't help but, kick my feet up Call my kinfolk, dawg What you doing, where we going? To the hills I can't help but, kick my feet up Call my kinfolk, dawg What you doing, where we going? To the hills, to no worries They know they're good [Verse 2] I know a bald headed b**h and she ain't worth sh** Tryna serve me papers and s** my dick Tryna take my son, b**h you ain't worth rocks Let me ease my mind, let me k** my lungs I don't know your name, I forgot that sh** I'm for real, four times, yeah I won't lose my grip, 'fore I turn Cobain It look good next year, yeah When I listen to the deacon say it, I'm pullin' over I've been prayin' with a reefer head, yeah In the valley, meditatin' Where you going? Can you take me [Bridge] My n***a just made it back home Pocket full of money, god damn Them n***as might smile when they see him n***a made it back home Pocket full of money, god damn Them n***as might smile when they see him [Hook] I can't help but, kick my feet up Call my kinfolk, dawg What you doing, where we going? To the hills, to no worries They know they're good I can't help but, kick my feet up Call my kinfolk, dawg What you doing, where we going? To the hills, to no worries They know they're good