Smile

Lyrics

[Intro] Hoppin' out the gate Every trenches bitch, every trenches nigga gon' feel this shit, hoppin' out the gate Let's get it [Chorus] Uh, lost my brother at early age, that turned shit turned boy to a man Me and lil' Foreign, we got a bond, some shit you wouldn't understand Never thought we would ball like this when we were shootin' at cans I'm patiently waitin' on my turn, but I'll keep gunnin' to then More money, more problems, more rounds, more guns Everybody wanna kick it, where you was, wе ain't have funds? [Verse] Lord, I know that I'm blessed, this rappin' shit, feel likе I'm cursed I don't care 'bout fallin' out with niggas, roll with my brother in the hearse Way too loyal, youngin crashed in the end and that shit hurts They ain't for you, I done opened up my eyes, see how it works Easier said than done, but I'm gon' get this shit done The studios, they booked up daily, I don't even chill and have fun These diamonds on me are hittin' hardly, bitch, might curve me tonight This the same Drac', them niggas ain't play yet, the same old gun Now I rock Prada, but you ain't proud of me You said you love me, why you lied to me? Gunshots, Fourth of July 'bout me Mamas gotta cry 'bout me Buy everything I ever wanted, shit we never had She everything, but I just want some shit I never had Rap shit movin' slow, buy youngin 'bows, he gettin' 'em off fast I know you want it bad, dog, don't crash, uh I take care of my dudes, yeah, I'm the man, uh Million dollar dreams, gotta have a plan, uh Openin' all these heartfelt messages from my fans Mama, don't worry, I'ma take us out I had put the work in, how you think I made it out? Nowadays, can't even post up 'cause I'm gon' make it hot This for my niggas eatin' cold stuff and sleepin' on cots I'm so used to pain that, shit, I don't feel nothin' Don't want no Cuban link, you don't tote no pole, ready to kill somethin' Run this chicken up, I'ma leave it all for my lil' son It's way more to life, youngin, you gotta be somethin' [Chorus] Uh, lost my brother at early age, that turned shit turned boy to a man Me and lil' Foreign, we got a bond, some shit you wouldn't understand Never thought we would ball like this when we were shootin' at cans I'm patiently waitin' on my turn, but I'll keep gunnin' to then More money, more problems, more rounds, more guns Everybody wanna kick it, where you was, we ain't have funds?