The Journey - J.R

Verse One:

Comfort Zone on trill shit

Leaned back on real shit

Rollin' round with killers

And bout me

They snap real quick

I smoke kush

I take shots

Local nigga slash big shot

Ice game like on lock

Check the bezel got

Big rocks

I’m high class

That’s cloud 9

Spaceships on my mind

Comfort Zone is my team

Yea

I’m on my grind

Fast whips be soaring

Fonk shit in my ride

Wrist game so crazy

If you check the shit

It say its my time

I’m going off dese haters

Cause they ain’t doin no favors

Couple places I can take you

If you wanna meet your maker

I’m Kobe Bryant but no Laker

Stev Nash in his prime

Feelin' like I’m Eric D how I run shit with thes two nines

I’m smoked out

I’m too bent

Y’all niggas so clueless

No hits and no fans

That’s why y’all useless

If you getting money then use it

Broke niggas so thirsty

Dey ain’t fucking with my clique

Cause we ridin' round in dat mercy