Poetry.

Yeah aye Smoove
Yeah, aye, check it

Let me explain what you never seen before
It's my lingering thoughts that be looking at the floor
Had my head down for a reason
Heart was bleeding but still beating
Like a ship, I wasn't sinking
I'm a make it to the shore
Pray to God every day, pray he open up my door
Cause I'm living with this pain that some people can't endure
Can you take me back when I was on my granny porch
Steady reminiscing, teaching me about the Lord
Flip the switch, I admit, I was so belligerent
Cause this life is a war zone with zero tolerance
White man picket fence, hope he don't take no offense
For my brothers on the other side, we gotta represent
Hella facts, hella friction, in a new dimension
Where love is non-existent, preaching my opinion
Really couldn't give a fuck if you don't wanna listen
Cause I'ma do my thing with the pen and composition
Why you sitting and complain, I destroy my competition

Oh yeah aye
Haha Made Smoove
Yuh aye check it

Bars ammunition, never toat a glock
Wasn't in my best interest to end up on the block
I ain't never gonna stop, even when I'm at the top
With the stars and the sun, even where the birds flock
Number one mixed with my number three
Mama working hella hard for the smallest salary
Life with reality, getting to the green, talking celery
Pictures in my head make the realest fucking gallery
It's making me a better me, I agree
Other niggas disrespect, they just never gonna see
What a nigga got in store, nothing less hella more
Getting to the richest, one thing, that's for sure
Is depression is a bitch, talking fake with a lace front
Dealing with it now, every day, in my forefront
Make a nigga stunt, when he make it out of there
Gotta play the cards right, like a game of solitaire
Anything that you do, give your blood, sweat, and tears
Niggas took the elevator while I went and took the stairs

Ok yeah woah
Let this beat ride out yeah ok
Woah yeah
Yeah ok
Made Smoove
We back at it again my nigga