Hard 2 Smile lyrics

[Talking - Trae]
You know I never did understand
Why they always told me to smile
sh*t it ain't too much sh*t out here to smile fo'
Real talk - you know it's still as*h*les By Nature, peep game

[Verse 1 - Trae]
I remember comin up labeled the lil'n*gga
Watchin n*ggas f*ck over they own, but see I kept it realer
But bein real ain't always what n*ggas make it to be
I never thought we'd make it and I'd have n*ggas hatin a G
I got enough sh*t 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 f*ck you talkin bout - until he told me Loinna died
It f*cked 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 b*tch 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 f*ck am I suppose to smile?
[Talking - Styles P]
I don't know my n*gga, I ask myself the same sh*t everyday
How the f*ck 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'n*ggas 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 f*cked up but he won't see him for awhile
Same bullsh*t tryna get you a money pile
We all see the reefer, or the kill - doors locked
I keep the tech with the air hose c*cked
Now I don't wanna shoot or get shot, but Paniro's not
Gon'f*ck with these f*ck n*ggas 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 sh*t, 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 n*ggas'll leave you breathless
sh*t 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 f*ck are we suppose to smile?
n*gga answer me that
And maybe I'll f*ckin smile, you know