Comfort Food

[Part 1] [Intro (Sample): Richard Pryor] And I always had to box them dudes that looked like they just killed their parents. You know, have you ever seen them niggers with them big rusty ass hands, the kind of hand you can strike a match in the middle of it? Right. They come out at the bell beating themself up. Right, (ding, boom, boom… ) I’m saying, well, he don’t give a fuck about me! [Verse 1: Saba] Uh, look, I'm ridin' like I fell in love Down Roosevelt like Eleanor We out the hood it's better for us A private school in the suburbs The quiet kid, he know his scores Do he even have vocal cords? They wanted me to speak up more And I took this shit overboard Worn like the mileage high, turned to a violent guy I walk up in this bitch like y'all know my name but it's funny 'Cause I used to be kind of shy Like, remember when Jenai said hi, and I would just walk past her I got a lot to say but not a lot of space so I talked faster Now I'm far from the silent, feelin' less lost and misguided College course is horse shit, no offense and I'm still undecided On the fence like I was just here for the ride I'm not up for election but could probably suffice as a write in So quiet, because rejection like my biggest fear My only phobia was growin' up and watchin' no one care My character embarrassed, that´s hard to just be myself My cellphone went from zero contacts to 'bout a million in a year [Chorus: Saba] If it’s flawed, it falls If it's real, it won't Just look at the stars, and know Love is found, when it's lost If it’s flawed, it falls If it's real, it won't Just look at the stars, and know Love is found, when it's lost When it's lost [Verse 2: Saba] All I can be is myself All I can do is me, R.I.P. to my stealth Invisible but not invincible Penetrable mental words like projectiles How many of them went through Went too far without talkin' Talk about some shit you've been through instead of Bentleys and bent knees That's a pet peeve I have when a rapper act like they can't breathe They not alive but one dimensional, he went to the bank and he withdrew his soul But my soul is what I give you Like Cassius duckin' the draft for now the fight is over hopefully I can win At war with yourself when you look in that mirror you realize who you been fightin' My father told me I'm 'bout to take it over, been recordin' since 10 Years old, not PM These songs, these hymns My life literally on wax from wacker to back out west though Only nigga from the block that dream of different success You think that he accept himself just cause he made acceptance speech? I'm out my comfort zone, I found myself, now accept me for me [Chorus] If it’s flawed, it falls If it's real, it won't Just look at the stars, and know Love is found, when it's lost If it’s flawed, it falls If it's real, it won't Just look at the stars, and know Love is found, when it's lost When it's lost [Outro] When it's lost When it's lost When it's lost Just look at the stars, and know Love is found, when it's lost When it's lost When it's lost When it's lost When it's lost [Part 2] [Verse 1: Saba] Fake girls callin' me by my real name Real people fuck with me cause I feel pain Am I insane For thinkin' that it's possible for me to blow up and I ain't deal 'cane? I'm from the same street that fo' nem on, grew up on That corner like they foundation is more like a cornerstone Well wishes like a quarter thrown, even if it's sorta wrong I'm 'bout to take it back like the waiter got your order wrong, crack epidemic Fast forward thirty years, rap epidemic Fashion and linen, fast bitten rhythm I'm from the D, that's division, they put my nigga in prison He wrote me every month and told me I'mma get it I don't need your opinion, you don't gotta believe in me There's niggas that'll bleed for me, the same go equally Black ops lurkin' like COD And white cops wanna kill me Only cause I'm a black boy The only rap boy that spit facts and I factoid They kill niggas for their Concords Me, I'm just tryin' to go on tour My niggas comin' up with me out in carpool To Toronto to something you all know To something that you all know [Verse 2: LeGit] You must got your finger pricked on a spindle Friends call me L'z, but you can call me Vincenzo Minus the Uzi and kitchen I'm on a mission 'til it's Breakfast at Wimbledon, turkey sausage and French toast With all my niggas, I swear I tell 'em we this close You need a dollar I got ya, spot ya like Glenn Close I'm twenty two with dreams of payin' off them Benz notes They pulled me over, L'z suspended, damn, I didn't know Didn't matter, cuffed to a banister, finger prints on a scanner Most niggas that talk about shootin' dudes is actors To keep it real you probably hard as chutes & ladders My next shit a brick of piff, you smell it through the plastic Sonnin' all you bastards, and you gon' meet the parents like a male nurse Cause when it come to these sixteens I'm well versed Few thousand fans in one room, we send that bitch to the moon Remind me to let you know if the hammer fell first, they probably yell church But I might show up to the function in a tinted Hummer With a Zoe Saldana, just left Benihanas Might cut her off right after summer, I don't really want her Keep it a hundred, she just a prima doma that's on a scholarship Say she do this as often as the apocalypse I told her save that shit to a floppy disk Girl save that shit to a floppy disk [Outro] Say where-where-where you are Is a reflection of where we start If you shine your light on the world Promise that you'll go far...