[Verse 1: Thato Saul]
I'm beyond comfortable
Until my coffin I'm accountable to keep my style well-roundable
Been ducking and dodging recycling the rhymes
For the future I tie knots now for tightening the times of tomorrow
Belt buckle save you from sorrow
I unbuckle my rap seat, bottle of Soco in the hand
I'm speeding, twisting, turning in a van
My comfortable zone can jump in the pink like Killa Cam
Jump out, jump back in the black
My black eyes see peace like Will.I.Am
But ain't no peace in my zone
My style has long seen a piece of home
I keep the angle the Tower of Pisa is on
Never stagnant, I shift gears
At most my spheres been the furthest from your atmospheres
No musical rigamortis
I fuck around loosely like tryna prove who the bigger whore is
Media report this

[Verse 2: Thato Saul]
I come from a kinnel in the West Side where n***as kill em, jumping in every beef
The whole Ville is too quick to damage your teeth
Damage is quick to hand your family grief
Black attire fashion, fashionable whenever they put a stop to your breathe
Guns and 'em speak loud and clear, n***as breach em out with some flair way too many times
My block section is called Blackrock excluding the dimes
Activities ranging from kicking it to the neighbourhood crimes
My block got rotten
My folks move me South cause my homies forever plotting for causing bloodclotting
My eyes feeding my mouth
Every possible week that I leave the South I'm headed West so I can sleep with some clout
Weed mixed with some chemical is forming a heap of cloud
Like a disease, numbers never decrease
The violence is bringing the sound of sirens every weekend
Evil is proud
My animosity shaking
For the record I'm either going to injure your track record of I fall deeper
6 feet under, n***as lying cold, couldn't defeat the blunder
Catching stray bullets let off by the hood weekend hunter
Dead president papers, 20 inch Eagle rimes, running with tazers, pistols
Lord save us
Pistols burning cause n***as wanna be famous
N***as working like hocus pocus even tone down your focus
Have you chasing beef when you just a vegan
Politicking with killers over policies of being bigger sinners
Die hards for some dinners to go to hell and be elected the winners
One time I was chilling with my n***a
His name is Comfortable, not known for holding a trigger
On the street corner 23 hundred hours (meaning 23h00 obviously)
Thats when lil stick up kids with trigger fingers start about flexing powers
Tryna jack the homie for his wallet, he refused so guns started popping
Comfortable laying dead on the floor