Sean T - Smile lyrics

[Intro: Trae] You know I never did understand why they always told me to smile sh** It ain't too much sh** I gave a smile for Real talk Yo still a a**hole by nature Peep game [Verse 1: Trae] I remember comin' up able to love n***a watchin' n***as f** over They over sea I kept it reala But bein' real ain't really always what n***as make it to be I never thought we'd make it and I'd have n***as hatin' a G I got enough sh** that I deal with on the day to day Penitentiary's the life after d**h 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 f** you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me Lorna died It f**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 ba*tard I've never been the one to quit I've always been the leader But I feel this world is like a b**h 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 cuz reality must stop And they told my cousin d**h before he thirty after checkin' his pile He damn near 28 so how the f** am I supposed to smile sh** [Styles P] I don't know my n***a I ask myself the same sh** everyday How the f** am I supposed to smile Life's real over here though Y'know [Verse 2: Styles P] Styles don't smile The hood too foul The lil n***as 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 f**ed up but he won't see him for a while Same bullsh** 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 co*ked Now I don't wanna shoot or get shot But Pinero's not Gon' f** with these f** n***as 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' cuz somebody boy dyin' It's the same ol' sh** 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 n***as'll leave you breathless sh** I'm a winner More like a sinner Try'na make it to dinner Then live after breakfast Y'know [Styles P] Trae S.P How the f** are we suppose to smile Man Answer me that Maybe I'll f**in' smile Y'know [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Nothin' to smile about These lil n***as is wildin' out Do somethin' to 'em they dialin' out Everybody lookin' at you like you foulin' out Every hood everywhere this 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 DFY Truthfully what could have been pending, never did And he slid As a youthful offender cuz he's a kid Problem is The person he shot was connected He comin' home thinkin' it'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