Lyrics Hard 2 Smile - Trae
(Feat.
Styles
P)
[Talking:
Trae]
You
Know
I
Never
Did
Understand
Why
They
Always
Told
Me
To
Smile
Shit
It
Ain't
Too
Much
Shit
Out
Here
To
Smile
Fo'
Real
Talk
- You
Know
It's
Still
Assholes
By
Nature,
Peep
Game
[Verse
1:
Trae]
I
Remember
Comin
Up
Labeled
The
Lil'nigga
Watchin
Niggas
Fuck
Over
They
Own,
But
See
I
Kept
It
Realer
But
Bein
Real
Ain't
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
Pennitentaries
And
Life
After
Death
Don't
Seem
To
Go
Away
Even
Though
I
Never
Know
The
Outcome
Somethin
Say
To
Pray,
And
Try
To
Do
My
Best
To
Understand
He
Right
Around
The
Way
I
Got
A
Call
From
Mr.Rogers
Just
The
Other
Day
- Telling
Me
He
By
My
Side
I'm
Like
What
The
Fuck
You
Talkin
Bout
- Until
He
Told
Me
Loinna
Died
It
Fucked
Me
Up
So
Much
I
Couldn't
Even
Go
The
Wait
But
If
Her
Family
Call
I'm
A
Make
Sure
That
They
Straight
It's
Like
This
Part
Of
My
Life
I
Live
Is
Damn
Near
Mastered
The
Mo'people
I
Love,
The
Mo'they
Get
Took
Away
Faster
Sometimes
I
Feel
I
Talk
To
God
Alittle
Mo'then
A
Pastor
Probably
To
Live
And
Make
Sure
My
Son
Never
Become
A
Basterd
I
Never
Been
The
One
To
Quit,
I
Always
Been
A
Leader
But
I
Feel
This
World
Is
Like
A
Bitch
And
I
Know
I
Don't
Need
Her
If
I
Knew
It
Was
This
I'd
Never
Took
The
Time
To
Meet
Her
So
I
Feel
The
Frown
Across
My
Face,
The
Only
Way
To
Greet
Her
In
The
Process
Of
Bein'trae,
I
Missed
Out
As
A
Child
Probably
Because
Reality
My
Style
And
They
Told
My
Cousin
Death
Before
He's
Thirty
After
Checkin
His
File
He
Damn
Near
Twenty
- Eight
So
How
The
Fuck
Am
I
Suppose
To
Smile?
[Talking:
Styles
P]
I
Don't
Know
My
Nigga,
I
Ask
Myself
The
Same
Shit
Everyday
How
The
Fuck
Am
I
Suppose
To
Smile?
Life's
Real
Over
Here,
You
Know
[Verse
2:
Styles
P]
Styles
Don't
Smile,
The
Hood
Too
Foul
The
Lil'niggas
Is
Wild,
Man
Lost
Trial
Hit
E'm
With
Some
Numbers
He
Ain't
Even
Gon'chow
He
Ain't
Even
Sleepin,
He
Been
Thinkin
'bout
His
Child
It's
Real
Fucked
Up
But
He
Won't
See
Him
For
Awhile
Same
Bullshit
Tryna
Get
You
A
Money
Pile
We
All
See
The
Reefer,
Or
The
Kill
- Doors
Locked
I
Keep
The
Tech
With
The
Air
Hose
Cocked
Now
I
Don't
Wanna
Shoot
Or
Get
Shot,
But
Paniro's
Not
Gon'fuck
With
These
Fuck
Niggas
I
Air
Those
Blocks
It's
Real
Hard
To
Sleep,
When
It's
Money
On
The
Mind
Murder
On
The
Mind,
Puffin
On
A
Dutch
With
A
Fist
Full
Of
Iron
Somebody's
Mom
Cryin,
Cause
Somebody's
Boy
Dyin
It's
The
Same
Ole
Shit,
From
The
Wait
To
The
Funeral
Same
Ole
Trip
Crack
Money,
Rap
Money
The
Same
Ole
Grip
Ask
Trae
Could
I
Smile
Out
In
Texas,
Livin
Wreckless
Said
The
Cops
Gon'get
You
And
Niggas'll
Leave
You
Breathless
Shit
I'm
A
Winner,
Mo'like
A
Sinner
Tryna
Make
It
To
Dinner
- Then
Live
After
Breakfast
[Talking:
Styles
P]
You
Know,
Trae
- S.P.
How
The
Fuck
Are
We
Suppose
To
Smile?
Nigga
Answer
Me
That
And
Maybe
I'll
Fuckin
Smile,
You
Know
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