Smile - Isaiah Rashad

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I mean, I mean

I gotta, gotta new me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I mean, I mean

I gotta, gotta new me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I gotta, gotta

This for the block

This for lil Kevin and Robin and rock 'em

And Tiggi and 40 be quiet, niggas recording

You went in talking to death in them The House in this bitch

Bleed her to death, feed on my niggas then leave her to death

I've been so good with this shit

Do you live here to die? All them niggas bereaving your steps

Mama I just wanna shine, pussy ass nigga gon' lean on the ref

Nigga I woke up this mornin', feeling like I don't be needing myself

I'ma get better than Whoo Kid, who can go harder than Mac?

Put the lil Xan in my back

I'ma go harder though, I'ma go harder though

Look at the martyr go, smokin' the artichoke

This what you wanted, ain't this what you wanted, this and Tha Carter IV

I'ma flip me a bitch in the mornin' though

I'ma flip me a bitch in the mornin' though

I'ma flip me a bitch and my partners talk shit

While my niggas say, "This why we in here, this why we did it"

My nigga just made it back home

Pocket full of money, god damn

Them niggas might smile when they see him

Nigga made it back home

Pocket full of money, god damn

Them niggas might smile when they see him

I can't help but, keep my feet up

Call my kinfolk, dawg

What you doing, where you going?

To the hills

I can't help but, keep my feet up

Call my kinfolk, dawg

What you doing, where you going?

To the hills, to no worries

They know they're good

I know a bald headed bitch and she ain't worth shit

Tryna serve me papers and suck my dick

Tryna take my son, bitch you ain't worth rocks

Let me ease my mind, let me kill my lungs

I don't know your name, I forgot that shit

I'm for real, four times, yeah

I won't lose my grip, ‘fore I turn Cobain

It look good next year, yeah

When I listen to the deacon say it, I'm pullin' over

I've been prayin' with a reefer head, yeah

In the valley, meditatin'

Where you going? Can you take me

My nigga just made it back home

Pocket full of money, god damn

Them niggas might smile when they see him

Nigga made it back home

Pocket full of money, god damn

Them niggas might smile when they see him

I can't help but, keep my feet up

Call my kinfolk, dawg

What you doing, where you going?

To the hills, to no worries

They know they're good

I can't help but, keep my feet up

Call my kinfolk, dawg

What you doing, where you going?

To the hills, to no worries

They know they're good