Southern Comfort

I hate this place. I hate these wannabe, thug ass niggas. I hate these wannabe fly, ghetto ass girls. I hate this cold ass weather. Everybody wanna be somebody important and really ain't shit. I hate New York and I just wanna go home. I wanna go back to Atlanta, where people are courteous enough to speak and man enough to look you in the motherfuckin' eye. Where you don't gotta have the same blood running through your veins to be considered family; just being true to who you wit makes you a member. I wanna go where it's hot in the summer and winter. I wanna go home.