Comfortable (feat. Noname)

Calm down, nigga, this golden Go and take a hit of these roses Go and get a sip of this water Let your seat back, relax, get comfortable Get comfortable, get comfortable, get comfortable I said Calm down, nigga, this golden Go and take a hit of these roses Go and get a sip of this water Let your seat back, relax, get comfortable Get comfortable, get comfortable, get comfortable Got your joint, it's in rotation, check the syncopation Deep off in these waters, never needing no flotation Devices, on this humble pie by the slices Give it to 'em free, cause it's priceless This your invitation, I'ma even welcome imitations Smoking mirrors, I've been spitting rocks and ventilation So, breathe motherfucker, just breathe There's more than one trick up my sleeve Tank tops can't hang, I ain't never even gang bang Nigga just hang with the wrong folks Got a little older, got a little wiser, put the reggie down that's the wrong smoke Been around the world enough, to know that you will never get rich, if you the wrong broke Can't live life through a song quote, man I've been trying to show y'all me I ain't been accepting nobody's gas and still got drive, nigga still on E Nigga still gon' lie, and I still on G, tell your girlfriend not to feel on me Or, maybe you should come and get your ho, bro And usually we would have a whole bunch of ginger ale, but lately I'm been in these waters, like a slow bro So, pardon my manners, this is more street etiquette Know that I ain't going nowhere, if you believe otherwise, then you niggas better peep rhetoric I said Calm down, nigga, this golden Go and take a hit of these roses Go and get a sip of this water Let your seat back, relax, get comfortable Get comfortable, get comfortable, get comfortable You ain't even gotta ask me, I'm classy Pina colada with a blue Laffy Taffy I'm rapping to save a life, get that Apache Indian remy on a scalp coming out Nigga just chilling on the couch in a blouse like Dave Chappelle be that nigga for life I drip drip on the haters for real Maybe write a rap book for the later appeal Cause I still write poems on a little black thought More smoke and mirrors inside of the matchbox More fancy images looking like mascots My whole team got the city on the rise And making the sun jealous, we dreaming new dimensions And moving like black rebels, we cold we cold We don't need no ice I just wanna see your hands in the air and the fans in the stands and my name hella bright "Noname on the comeup" Telefone never coming out, what's the hold up? Where you been at? Where the print at? We just wanna hear the truth and the music Like honesty and honestly I'ma be In the cut with a book reading prophecy Before the sun goes down and the meaning of life becomes obsolete Calm down, nigga, this golden Go and take a hit of these roses Go and get a sip of this water Let your seat back, relax, get comfortable Get comfortable, get comfortable, get comfortable