Hard 2 Smile
Trae Lyrics


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You know I never did understand
Why they always told me to smile
Shit it ain't too much shit
Out here to smile fo'
Real talk - you know it's
Still Assholes By Nature, peep game

I remember comin up labeled the lil'nigga
Watchin niggas fuck over they own
But see I kept it realer
But bein real ain't always what
Niggas make it to be
I never thought we'd make it and
I'd have niggas hatin a G
I got enough shit that I deal
With on the day to day
Pennitentaries and life after death don't
Seem to go away
Even though I never know the outcome
Somethin say to pray
And try to do my best to
Understand he right around the way
I got a call from MrRogers just the other
Day - telling me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin bout
- until he told me Loinna died
It fucked me up so much I
Couldn't even go the wait
But if her family call I'm a
Make sure that they straight
It's like this part of my life
I live is damn near mastered
The mo'people I love
The mo'they get took away faster
Sometimes I feel I talk to
God alittle mo'then a pastor
Probably to live and make sure my
Son never become a basterd
I never been the one to quit
I always been a leader
But I feel this world is like a bitch
And I know I don't need her
If I knew it was this I'd never
Took the time to meet her
So I feel the frown across my face
The only way to greet her
In the process of bein'Trae
I missed out as a child
Probably because reality my style
And they told my cousin death before
He's thirty after checkin his file
He damn near twenty - eight so how
The fuck am I suppose to smile?

I don't know my nigga
I ask myself the same shit everyday
How the fuck am I suppose to smile?
Life's real over here, you know

Styles don't smile, the hood too foul
The lil'niggas is wild, man lost trial
Hit e'm with some numbers
He ain't even gon'chow
He ain't even sleepin
He been thinkin 'bout his child
It's real fucked up but he
Won't see him for awhile
Same bullshit tryna get you a money pile
We all see the reefer
Or the kill - doors locked
I keep the tech with the air hose cocked
Now I don't wanna shoot or get shot
But Paniro's not
Gon'fuck with these fuck niggas
I air those blocks it's real hard to sleep
When it's money on the mind
Murder on the mind
Puffin on a dutch with a fist full of iron
Somebody's mom cryin
Cause somebody's boy dyin
It's the same ole shit
From the wait to the funeral same ole trip
Crack money, rap money the same ole grip
Ask Trae could I smile out in Texas
Livin wreckless
Said the cops gon'get you and
Niggas'll leave you breathless
Shit I'm a winner, mo'like a sinner
Tryna make it to dinner -
Then live after breakfast

You know, Trae - SP
How the fuck are we suppose to smile?




Nigga answer me that
And maybe I'll fuckin smile, you know

Overall Meaning

In Trae's song "Hard 2 Smile," he reflects on the challenges and hardships of his life, expressing his struggle to find reasons to smile. He questions why people always tell him to smile when there is so much negativity and pain surrounding him. Trae acknowledges that he has witnessed people betraying and taking advantage of each other, but he has always remained true to himself. However, being real doesn't always bring positivity, as he never expected to achieve success and have people hating on him.


The rapper shares the difficulties he faces on a daily basis, including dealing with the prison system and the constant threat of death. He feels the weight of these struggles and acknowledges that even though he never knows the outcome of his actions, he still prays and seeks to understand the presence of a higher power in his life. Trae talks about receiving a call from someone who informs him about the death of a loved one, which deeply affects him. Despite his own pain, he emphasizes his willingness to be there for her family and support them.


Trae expresses the heartache of losing loved ones and how it seems that the more people he cares about, the more they get taken away from him. He confesses to having deep conversations with God, maybe even more than a pastor does, as he seeks guidance and wants to ensure that his son doesn't become a victim of the world. With such experiences, he feels the need to protect himself and learns to greet the struggles and challenges with a frown, rather than a smile.


Trae then features another artist, Paniro, who further emphasizes the difficulties of life in their neighborhood. They highlight how the hood is filled with violence, young individuals acting recklessly, and layers of deceptive relationships. The artists discuss the constant presence of danger, money on their minds, and the impact it has on their ability to sleep. Trae and Paniro explain that smiling feels impossible when there is so much to worry about, from personal safety to the loss of loved ones. They emphasize that their reality is far from joyful, and they question how they are expected to find reasons to smile.


Overall, Trae's "Hard 2 Smile" is a raw and introspective exploration of the struggles and pains faced in life, questioning the significance and relevance of putting on a smile when confronted with a harsh and challenging reality.


Line by Line Meaning

You know I never did understand
I have always been confused


Why they always told me to smile
Why people constantly expect me to be happy


Shit it ain't too much shit
There isn't much in life


Out here to smile fo'
To be happy about


Real talk - you know it's
Speaking honestly, you know it is


Still Assholes By Nature, peep game
We are still true to ourselves, observe and learn


I remember comin up labeled the lil'nigga
I recall growing up being called the young boy


Watchin niggas fuck over they own
Seeing people betray their own friends


But see I kept it realer
But I stayed true to myself


But bein real ain't always what
However, being genuine is not always


Niggas make it to be
What people portray it as


I never thought we'd make it and
I never believed we would succeed and


I'd have niggas hatin a G
I would have people envy me, a gangster


I got enough shit that I deal
I have plenty of problems that I handle


With on the day to day
Every single day


Pennitentaries and life after death don't
Prisons and the consequences of death do not


Seem to go away
Disappear


Even though I never know the outcome
Despite never knowing the result


Somethin say to pray
Something tells me to pray


And try to do my best to
And make an effort to


Understand he right around the way
Comprehend that God is near


I got a call from MrRogers just the other
Recently, I received a call from MrRogers


Day - telling me he by my side
Informing me that he supports me


I'm like what the fuck you talkin bout
I asked him with confusion


- until he told me Loinna died
- until he informed me about Loinna's death


It fucked me up so much I
It greatly affected me


Couldn't even go the wait
I couldn't even attend the wake


But if her family call I'm a
But if her family contacts me, I will


Make sure that they straight
Ensure that they are okay


It's like this part of my life
This aspect of my life


I live is damn near mastered
I have almost perfected


The mo'people I love
The more people I care about


The mo'they get took away faster
The more they are quickly taken away


Sometimes I feel I talk to
At times, I believe I communicate with


God alittle mo'then a pastor
God more than a pastor does


Probably to live and make sure my
Perhaps to live and ensure that my


Son never become a basterd
Son does not become a fatherless child


I never been the one to quit
I have never been someone to give up


I always been a leader
I have always been a person who leads


But I feel this world is like a bitch
But I believe this world is like a difficult woman


And I know I don't need her
And I know I do not require her


If I knew it was this I'd never
If I knew it would be like this, I would never


Took the time to meet her
Have bothered to get to know her


So I feel the frown across my face
So I let the sadness show on my face


The only way to greet her
The sole way to acknowledge her presence


In the process of bein'Trae
While being Trae


I missed out as a child
I missed out on my childhood


Probably because reality my style
Maybe because realism defines me


And they told my cousin death before
And they warned my cousin about dying before


He's thirty after checkin his file
He reaches thirty years of age, after assessing his situation


He damn near twenty - eight so how
He is almost twenty-eight, so how


The fuck am I suppose to smile?
Am I expected to smile?


I don't know my nigga
I do not know, my friend


I ask myself the same shit everyday
I question myself daily


How the fuck am I suppose to smile?
How on earth am I expected to be happy?


Life's real over here, you know
Life is tough in this reality, you know


Styles don't smile, the hood too foul
People like me don't smile, the neighborhood is too corrupt


The lil'niggas is wild, man lost trial
The young boys are unruly, the man was unsuccessful in court


Hit e'm with some numbers
Provided them with statistics


He ain't even gon'chow
He won't even eat


He ain't even sleepin
He isn't even sleeping


He been thinkin 'bout his child
He has been worrying about his child


It's real fucked up but he
It's really messed up but he


Won't see him for awhile
Won't see him for a long time


Same bullshit tryna get you a money pile
The same nonsense trying to accumulate wealth


We all see the reefer
We all witness the marijuana


Or the kill - doors locked
Or the murder - with locked doors


I keep the tech with the air hose cocked
I keep the gun with the compressed air ready


Now I don't wanna shoot or get shot
Now, I do not want to shoot or be shot


But Paniro's not
But Paniro is not afraid


Gon'fuck with these fuck niggas
Will mess with these worthless individuals


I air those blocks it's real hard to sleep
I confront those blocks, it is very difficult to rest


When it's money on the mind
When I am constantly thinking about money


Murder on the mind
Thoughts of killing


Puffin on a dutch with a fist full of iron
Smoking a blunt with a hand full of guns


Somebody's mom cryin
Somebody's mother is crying


Cause somebody's boy dyin
Because someone's son is dying


It's the same ole shit
It's the same old situation


From the wait to the funeral same ole trip
From the hospital waiting room to the funeral, it's the same difficult journey


Crack money, rap money the same ole grip
The money from selling drugs, the money from my music, it's all the same hustle


Ask Trae could I smile out in Texas
Inquire if I can be happy in Texas


Livin wreckless
Living without caution


Said the cops gon'get you and
Said the police will catch you and


Niggas'll leave you breathless
People will leave you lifeless


Shit I'm a winner, mo'like a sinner
Well, I am a winner, more like a sinner


Tryna make it to dinner -
Attempting to survive until dinner -


Then live after breakfast
And then make it through the morning


You know, Trae - SP
You know, Trae and SP


How the fuck are we suppose to smile?
How are we expected to be happy?


Nigga answer me that
My friend, tell me the answer


And maybe I'll fuckin smile, you know
And perhaps I will actually smile, you know




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