(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