Misery Loves Company SYS Boyz (Ft. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Gangsta Bolo]
Yeah man
There's a lot of miserable motherfuckers out here man (believe)
They want a nigga miserable with em man (ay)
But it ain't nothin' man, SYS baby to the death!
Believe it!

[Chorus: Gangsta Bolo]
Misery loves company
These niggas out here hatin' on me
Don't want me to get no publicity
'Cause if I do that's my opportunity

But misery loves company
These niggas out here hatin' on me
Don't want me to get no publicity
'Cause if I do that's my opportunity
But misery loves company

[Verse 1: Gangsta Bolo]
But why do it come to me so heavily
'Cause I'm self-conscious
And I feel these niggas ain't real but they try to play me
But I keep comin'
Fuck shit's been stated
See now I gotta charge them haters
But see I'm so creative
These niggas just went on my latest
'Cause see they simple
I'm high-tech
Remember I'ma die black
Raised in a hood, with walls, rats
Raised on Similac and I love gats
Last year was hard, but this year was lookin' worser
So I wrote this in rehearsal
And I went yeah money my son deserves it (still)
See it's hard outchea
With this murda murda society
My baby mama keep ridin' me
Talkin' bout she tired of hiding me?
'Cause ain't nobody gon hire me
'Cause I get high and sell this weed
And and I'm outta here tryna pull a scam
Anything over a hundred grand
Girl I just can't get jailed
Got too many niggas I take care of
All my niggas are some playaz
They might have bail
They probably just need some help
And I'ma be right there
Ain't gon neva eva eva eva turn my back
Matter of fact I got my click a lick
Take over this music shit