Sweet west side Chicago, two-flat apartment

Red brick and garden, that′s been forgotten

Grass all splotchy, vacant lot splotchy, bank account splotchyAnd we talk like we from the south

Our parents' parents from the south

And if I make a million dollars

I′ll vacation in the south, and I'll

[Chorus]

Smile, smile, smile, smile

Smile, smile, smile, smile

Smile, smile, smile, smile

Smile, smile, smile, smile

[Verse]

Warmer outside and safe ol' playground, grandma payroll cut, yeah

Cut up with my cousins, dream about when we grow up, yeah

Two times slippin′ off our feet, our sauce is hella black

When we die we go to heaven, know my granny taught me that

Oh, oh-oh, oh, I done lost a friend or two, they moved

Got in trouble for they fetchin′

I ain't mean no mula rules

My bag got that two on two

Our whole neighborhood unite

I put my fam′ in a hotel when they couldn't pay the light

Life, I be takin′ for granted, capture the moment, the Canon

My cousin be trappin', it came in the mail

I sat him down, asked his plan,

He said, This shit sell itself

Grandma say, "What is that smell?"

We turn to Boomhauer like we on King of the Hill

Niggas talk that they gone keep it a hundred but I rather keep it a mil′

Everybody eat, I treat it like heat so that mean it's not a joke

I said I'ma keep it a mil′, the rule, that mean a higher note

My grandma from Pinkhill and my granddaddy from Houston

And if I make a million dollars,

Then I′ma tell them we moving

Smile, smile, smile, smile

Smile, smile, smile, smile

Smile, smile, smile, smile

Smile, smile, smile, smile

All that I am is my family mistakes

Moment of madness I can't seem to evade

More than a canvas, you carry me these days

Practice, I′m trying to remember, remember

All that I am is my family mistakes

Moment of madness I can't seem to evade

More than a canvas, you carry me these days

Practice, I′m trying to remember, remember

Sweet west side Chicago, two-flat apartment

Red brick and garden, that's been forgotten

Grass all splotchy, vacant lot splotchy, back account splotchy

And we talk like we from the south

Our parents′ parents from the south

And if I make a million dollars

I'll vacation in the south, and I'll

Smile, smile, smile, smile

Smile, smile, smile, smile

Smile, smile, smile, smile

Smile, smile, smile, smile