G'Slim - Comfort

I bossed up on them haters know it hurt in they heart
I never shot movies with niggas cause they don't play they part
They mightas well go wear a bra cause they bitches at heart
Ima soldier round some soldiers nigga we purple hearts
I still remember way back
Busting plays in the trap
Pulled up on clientele like what you need where you at
Two phones one for business numbers good hit my jack
I lost too many soldiers what's the price to pay to get them back
Some nights I slept on the floor
Used to wear my cousin clothes
I'll be dying if I'm lying we done fucked the same hoes
I put my faith in people they should've named me B I G
Nowadays it's getting lonely I don't know who with me
I get designer like it's free
Gas in my blunt ain't for the weak
I just came from busting p's
Staying away from enemies
Twelve get a hold of niggas and they copping pleas to get free
She gone bless me like I'm god the only time she on her knees
Don't know what he got in his cup but he can't stop sipping
He caught a leg shot a year ago and still limping
Got grazed on side his head paranoid he still twitching
I tried to tell em watch them niggas he ain't want listen
Don't like to talk about no hoes cause he keep it pimping
He just took his bitch shopping and she still tripping
He put diors on his feet don't act like a Christian
We ain't go nowhere when they put you in position
Nigga I'm good so don't ask me is I'm straight
It's fucked up Thanksgiving only time I say my grace
I hustle hard in two weeks I'm trynna touch fifty states
Touching islands trynna drink casamigo to the face
When I feel I'm in competition I feel stronger
Just came from being with forty niggas turned into a loner
Hollering saying it's smoke but I don't smell no aroma
Focused on these LLCS I done made myself a owner
We done bossed up made me a business LLC
Got some million dollar dreams from the city like Weezy
They say I'm lil like bill but young like jeezy
Gstar with rhude socks and a pair yeezys
Step one I got my own flow shout out sleazy
How you gone bite the that hand feed you but you really need me
Flaws and all can't let you see me undefeated
They history keep coming back it just keep repeating
I can't do relationships cause I'm steady cheating
My bitch michael Jackson bad I'm bout make her beat it
I make her dreams come true she call me the genie
Started from the bottom we ain't even no bikini
Red Spam bitch yeah she from Argentina
She do the dance with the spins ain't no ballerina
I gotta potna name John wonder if you seen em
Flipping packs and ducking cops ain't no misdemeanors
They came from the other side I bet the grass greener
Seen they true colors wondered if they mean it
Double cup with the belaire in my bag like cleavage
She give me nothing butt head she don't know beavers
Im wise I showed love but im tired
Being aware made me a man I do this shit for the guys
And for the Ones hating on me y'all caught me by surprise
I been knew you wasn't real you couldn't look me in my eyes

Written by:
Aaron Jones, Bezzo Boolin

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