[Pre-Chorus: Saba]

Sweet Westside Chicago, two-flat apartment

Red brick and garden, that's been forgotten

Grass all splotchy, vacant lot splotchy

Bank account splotchy

And we talk like we from the South

Our parents' parents from the South

And if I make a million dollars (Ah, ah)

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

[Chorus: Saba, Daoud, daedaePIVOT & Seanzy]

Smile, smile, smile, smile

Smile, smile, smile, smile

Smile, smile, smile, smile

Smile, smile, smile, smile

[Verse: Saba]

Yeah, warm outside and safe out, playground, Grandma payroll cut, yeah

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

Tube socks slipping off our feet, our soles 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 French, and I ain't mean no "Moulin Rouge"

My backyard that two-on-two, our whole neighborhood unite

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

Life, I be taking 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 said, "What is that smell?"

We turn to Boomhauer like we on "King of the Hill"

Niggas talk that they gon' keep it a hundred, but I rather keep it a mil'

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

I said I'ma keep it Amel Larrieux—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

[Chorus: Saba, Daoud, daedaePIVOT & Seanzy]

Smile, smile, smile, smile

Smile, smile, smile, smile

Smile, smile, smile, smile

Smile, smile, smile, smile

[Bridge: Saba; Saba, Daoud, daedaePIVOT & Seanzy]

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

[Pre-Chorus: Saba]

Sweet Westside Chicago, two-flat apartment

Red brick and garden, that's been forgotten

Grass all splotchy, vacant lot splotchy

Bank account splotchy

And we talk like we from the South (Oww)

Our parents' parents from the South

And if I make a million dollars

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

[Chorus: Saba, Daoud, daedaePIVOT, and Seanzy]

Smile, smile, smile, smile

Smile, smile, smile, smile

Smile, smile, smile, smile

Smile, smile, smile, smile