Smile Lyrics - Singles - 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" 

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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 

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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