Real Talk

Intro (Trae)

You know

I never did understand why they always told me to smile

S***

It ain't too much s*** I gave a smile for

Real talk

Yo still a a**hole by nature

Peep game



Verse 1 (Trae)

I remember comin' up able to love n***a watchin' n****z f*** over 

They over sea I kept it reala

But bein' real ain't really always what n****z make it to be 

I never thought we'd make it and I'd have n****z hatin' a G

I got enough s*** that I deal with on the day to day

Penitentiary's the life after death don't seem to go away

Even though I never know the outcomes it's always safe to pray

And try to do my best to understand he write a rhyme away

I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side

I'm like what the f*** you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me Lorna died

It f***ed me up so much I couldn't even go to the wake

But if her family called I'm gon' make sure that they straight

It's like this part of my life I live is damn near mastered

The more people I love the more they get took away faster

Sometimes I feel I talk to God a lil more than the pastor

Prob'ly been livin' to make sure my son never become a bastard

I've never been the one to quit I've always been the leader

But I feel this world is like a b***h and I know I don't need her

If I ever had this I never took the time to meet her

So I feel a frown across my face the only way to greet her

In the process of bein' Trae I missed out as a child

Prob'ly cuz reality must stop

And they told my cousin death before he thirty after checkin' his pile

He died at 28 so how the f*** am I supposed to smile s***



(Styles P)

I don't know my n***a

I ask myself the same s*** everyday

How the f*** am I supposed to smile

Life's real over here though

Y'know



Verse 2 (Styles P)

Styles don't smile 

The hood too foul

The lil n****z is wild

Men lost trial

Hit 'em with some numbers he ain't eatin' doin' chow

He ain't even sleepin' he been thinkin' 'bout his child

It's real f***ed up but he won't see him for a while

Same bulls*** try'na get you a money pile

You don't see the reefer or the jail doors locked

I keep a tech with the air holes cocked

Now I don't wanna shoot or get shot



But Pinero's not

Gon' f*** with these f*** n****z or air those Lox

It's real hard to sleep when its money on the mind and

Murder on the mind 

Puffin' on the dutch with a fist full of iron

Somebody mom cryin' cuz somebody boy dyin' 

It's the same ol' s***

Wait till the funeral

Same ol' trip 

Crack money rap money

The same ol' grip

As Trae could've smiled out in Texas

Livin' reckless

If the cops gon' get you but n****z'll leave you breathless

S*** I'm a winner

More like a sinner

Try'na make it to dinner

Then live after breakfast

Y'know



(Styles P)

Trae 

S.P.

How the f*** are we suppose to smile

Man

Answer me that

Maybe I'll f***in' smile 

Y'know



Verse 3 (Jadakiss)

Nothin' to smile about

These lil n****z is wildin' out

Do somethin' to 'em they dialin' out

Everybody lookin' at you like you foulin' out

Every hood everywhere that's what it's now about

The shootas is half your age

Give you half the gage

Daily news half the page

Known as a thug now he ain't just fly

Couple months in the group home in DFY

Truthfully what could have been pended but never did

And he slid

As a youthful offender cuz he's a kid

Problem is

The person he shot was connected

He comin' home thinkin' he's sweet and don't expect it

Big but he's still young

To him it's still fun

360 waves new gear blue steel gun

They say you ain't promised tomorrow

They got the drop and hit him right in his head with a hollow