Intro (Trae)   You know   I never did understand why they always told me to smile   S***   It ain't too much s*** 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****z f*** over    They over sea I kept it reala   But bein' real ain't really always what n****z make it to be    I never thought we'd make it and I'd have n****z hatin' a G   I got enough s*** 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 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 bastard   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 death before he thirty after checkin' his pile   He died at 28 so how the f*** am I supposed to smile s***      (Styles P)   I don't know my n***a   I ask myself the same s*** 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****z 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 bulls*** 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' f*** with these f*** n****z 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' s***   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****z'll leave you breathless   S*** 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****z 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 DFY   Truthfully what could have been pended but 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' 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