Sittin' at home
In that zone

Lighters up
To all the REAL niggas sparkin up.

I finally know what NILLA was tellin me when she said i'd hate this place
Cause' here lately; I feel like blowin this mutha fucka up& leavin state

I used to ride deep
Now all these niggas seem weak

Dont get it wrong; i'll always love louisiana
&Keep my blue bandana

I feel so much hostility
Towards these nigga that arent really down for me

"Oh Smoove! We niggas cause you keep it real"
[walk away] "I hate that bitch" so i'm like mann what's the deal

Never all that good at poetry
But right now its the only thing that keeps me from fuckin these bitches up; they aint really ridin from me

Everyday it's the same story; the same drama& the same fake ass people
Feelin like i need to walk in the steeple

To all you fake people&their fake shit
SUCK MY DICK&DIE QUICK BITCH