Smile

[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, we ain't have funds?

[Verse]
Lord, I know that I'm blessed, this rappin' shit, feel like 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?