Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smile, artist - Trae Tha Truth. Date of issue: 18.03.2022
Song language: English
Smile |
| You know |
| I never did understand why they always told me to smile |
| Shit |
| It ain’t too much shit I gave a smile for |
| Real talk |
| Yo still a asshole by nature |
| Peep game |
| I remember comin' up able to love nigga watchin' niggas fuck over |
| They over sea I kept it reala |
| But 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 G |
| I got enough shit 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 fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me Lorna died |
| It fucked 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 bastard |
| I’ve never been the one to quit I’ve always been the leader |
| But I feel this world is like a bitch 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 death before he thirty after checkin' his pile |
| He damn near 28 so how the fuck am I supposed to smile shit |
| I don’t know my nigga |
| I ask myself the same shit everyday |
| How the fuck am I supposed to smile |
| Life’s real over here though |
| Y’know |
| Styles don’t smile |
| The hood too foul |
| The lil niggas 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 fucked up but he won’t see him for a while |
| Same bullshit 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 cocked |
| Now I don’t wanna shoot or get shot |
| But Pinero’s not |
| Gon' fuck with these fuck niggas 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' shit |
| 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 niggas’ll leave you breathless |
| Shit I’m a winner |
| More like a sinner |
| Try’na make it to dinner |
| Then live after breakfast |
| Y’know |
| Trae |
| S.P |
| How the fuck are we suppose to smile |
| Man |
| Answer me that |
| Maybe I’ll fuckin' smile |
| Y’know |
| Nothin' to smile about |
| These lil niggas 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 |