Yell Ell - Comfort

I'm fresh out the womb
And God knows I'm ready to fuck some
Bad bitches all in my view right now
But I know better to trust one
See nowadays gotta carry a tool
Cause erybody wanna become thugs
And I got something to lose right now
But gettin money the groove right now
So let's run it up
Get uncomfortable
This dope is pure incorruptible, yeah
Run it up (Right now)
What you running from (Pipe down)
Don't let them taint yo soul

I'm from a place that's breeds hate
We all wanna eat but they rather go take plates
Fucked up but yet I'm still proud of my birthplace
The origins I'm pouring in
Watching good friends turn frenemies lost symmetry
Same niggas that I grew up with working a lame job or hustling
But shout out to my brothers that skipped the county out living a bountiful life
They keep telling me green grass on the other side
I'm thinking it's sod, a patch just to cover the dirt
At this time, I'm tryna dodge government work
Cause corruption starts at the root of it all
And they ain't care about blacks unless we rap or we ball
I came into this world with cranium skull
A dumb smart nigga built to stand out first to finish the handouts
Had my sax with me on the making the band route
The scholars wasn't poppin in my schools so I'm

Fresh out the womb
And God knows I'm ready to fuck some
Bad bitches all in my view right now
But I know better to trust one
See nowadays gotta carry a tool
Cause erybody wanna become thugs
And I got something to lose right now
But gettin money the groove right now
So let's run it up
Get uncomfortable
This dope is pure incorruptible, yeah
Run it up
What you running from
Don't let them taint yo soul

First off, I know I could be worse off
We steady changing directions like curveballs
Used to hit hoes on Twitter they just favorite the mention
Too cheap to pay attention, uh, dam
Lost on memory lane
Nostalgic broken images too big for the frames I can't fit 'em in
Niggas dap me up when they need me they more fickle than real
Still cling to they blocks looking for hood appeal
I'm chasing something eternal if I told you
That I love you that's even in the inferno
Struggling with religion
Still bombing the faith tests
Wake up, hit a blunt, bomb my chick with no latex
How can I worry bout they stress, I'm living on edge
The politics make the working class poverty-stricken
Mind my business you gotta be kidding
No fool but the legend never told coming soon

Cause I'm fresh out the womb
And God knows I'm ready to fuck some
Bad bitches all in my view right now
But I know better to trust one
See nowadays gotta carry a tool
Cause erybody wanna become thugs
And I got something to lose right now
And I'm still up in my groove, nigga

Written by:
Larry English

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