Smile Good
Everything ain't what it seem to be
That's what it seems to me
Everything looking like a dream to me
But I ain't been to sleep
Thinking back when I was a child and my childhood
Crooked smile but I smile good
Remember back when my moms made sure her child good
And my pops been in and out the picture
Thinking fuck that nigga
One bedroom yeah Me and my sister
Social service came damn yeah we had to split up
I was up in homes where I wasn't given dinner
Now I'm lucky im alive cause ain't no telling where I'd end up
Thinking back when I was a teen
Everything obscene
I was on the scene like 16
Tryna be seen, tryna be heard
Tryna make it big
Tryna make it happen from rapping attacking every word
But word on the street
Putting words to the beat
Can't occur if your deferring your dreams
And I know everything ain't always what it seems
But any chance you get to see Ima smile good
(You ain't never gon' smile again bitch
You short midget ass, crooked tooth having ass bitch
Your life sucks and it's always gonna suck
And you know what else sucks?
Your bitch, last night nigga)
Thinking back when I was a (Hmm)
Thinking back
Matter fact
I've been thinking of all things I attract
And it's never better
I've been thinking I'd been better off
Taking off and where my life could've been
life in the pen writing letters to family to write me again
Only to realize they would never write me again
And bitches who I thought were down never like me again
But that never happened
I did it good, real smooth, made it happen
I went to school, graduated and kept rapping
Now I'm eating, cleaned the plate and yeah kept the napkin bitch
So what you thought
Everybody wanna see if you gonna play that part
Everybody gonna see if you gonna be distraught
if your heart dark but any chance you see me ima smile good
(Yo' dumbass shoulda been in jail nigga
Ain't nobody love you
Ain't nobody gonna write you
Your commissary ain't never gonna be fed
No money on your books
Shoulda been dead, Still should)
Still should
Shoulda been dead
Still should
Wonder what my life would be if I ain't never had faith
People in my life where I just wanna hit the backspace
Control, alt, delete
But would I still be me?
Would I still smile good even with the crooked teeth?
And I still smile good
And I still smile good
That's what it seems to me
Everything looking like a dream to me
But I ain't been to sleep
Thinking back when I was a child and my childhood
Crooked smile but I smile good
Remember back when my moms made sure her child good
And my pops been in and out the picture
Thinking fuck that nigga
One bedroom yeah Me and my sister
Social service came damn yeah we had to split up
I was up in homes where I wasn't given dinner
Now I'm lucky im alive cause ain't no telling where I'd end up
Thinking back when I was a teen
Everything obscene
I was on the scene like 16
Tryna be seen, tryna be heard
Tryna make it big
Tryna make it happen from rapping attacking every word
But word on the street
Putting words to the beat
Can't occur if your deferring your dreams
And I know everything ain't always what it seems
But any chance you get to see Ima smile good
(You ain't never gon' smile again bitch
You short midget ass, crooked tooth having ass bitch
Your life sucks and it's always gonna suck
And you know what else sucks?
Your bitch, last night nigga)
Thinking back when I was a (Hmm)
Thinking back
Matter fact
I've been thinking of all things I attract
And it's never better
I've been thinking I'd been better off
Taking off and where my life could've been
life in the pen writing letters to family to write me again
Only to realize they would never write me again
And bitches who I thought were down never like me again
But that never happened
I did it good, real smooth, made it happen
I went to school, graduated and kept rapping
Now I'm eating, cleaned the plate and yeah kept the napkin bitch
So what you thought
Everybody wanna see if you gonna play that part
Everybody gonna see if you gonna be distraught
if your heart dark but any chance you see me ima smile good
(Yo' dumbass shoulda been in jail nigga
Ain't nobody love you
Ain't nobody gonna write you
Your commissary ain't never gonna be fed
No money on your books
Shoulda been dead, Still should)
Still should
Shoulda been dead
Still should
Wonder what my life would be if I ain't never had faith
People in my life where I just wanna hit the backspace
Control, alt, delete
But would I still be me?
Would I still smile good even with the crooked teeth?
And I still smile good
And I still smile good
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Writer(s): Mark Norman
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