| I smile 'cause I had somewhere to sleep this morning
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| I smile 'cause I had something to eat this morning
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| I smile 'cause I got to sleep in this morning
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| I smile 'cause I even got to see this morning
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| I smile 'when my shoes got jacked yesterday
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| 'Cause I still had socks and I still got brains
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| I smile when pretty chicks ain’t give me a wave
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| 'Cause they don’t know who I am or who I’m gonna be
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| I smile when I get targeted, name calling, yeah
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| All of that recalling shit, like you are the man
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| Skip the lame shit like I’m on demand, I am the man
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| Tell his ass «smile fam» if he ain’t want no problems
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| Then alright b, holla then
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| Money Mitch with a mind like Rico
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| Still somehow claim me for the people
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| Still smile when I see them in the street though (Go)
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| Smile (Smile)
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| Smile
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| Smile
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| I smile when I pulled out that driveway
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| 'Cause it felt like the breeze was a new summer day
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| I smile when that pretty girl gave me a wave
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| 'Cause she could look at my ice and tell that I move weight
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| 'Til I got a call 'bout an argument that had started last night
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| When I was hitting home girl on the ottoman
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| Said, «Your homeboy turnt up in the party, fam
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| Shots got let off and he ain’t leave in no ambulance.»
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| God damn, there it is the front page terrorist
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| Embarrassin' our heritage
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| Thick to a regimen
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| Searching for respected parties
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| Trying to be a legend living
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| I’m just trying to stack this money
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| Buy a house and raise a kid
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| I ain’t got no time for that
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| All I got is confidence, I know I got confidence
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| But I don’t know 'bout common sense
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| And this the kind of world I’m gon raise my son or daughter in
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| I got a call «Your son is born. |
| You’re officially a father, kid»
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| Smile
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| Smile (Yeah)
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| Smile
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| I smile when I woke up out my sleep this morning
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| Cause the last thought I had was who had creeped this morning
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| Now the last thought I had was who to beep this morning
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| Who to greet this morning
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| Who to serve heat this morning
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| I guess life is a’ight, light and complete this morning
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| I guess I could survive, die, fly, rearrange my story
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| I guess time easily flies by when you count down orders
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| In a trap house working, cause you trapped on purpose
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| As if your back don’t hurt
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| Moving this weight for the groceries
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| Grossing less than you supposed to be
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| Cause you supposed to be Hercules
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| How you feeding a family?
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| You movin' blocks for the older G’s
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| You ain’t touching the quarter ki’s
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| Cheap jackets and jewelry
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| You too loud, you ain’t fooling me
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| I can tell you ain’t cool with me
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| But you still wanna cool with me
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| I’m too old for this foolery
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| Out the game 'fore it ruins me
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| Now smile back if you’re feelin' me, uh |