Gravy

Lyrics

[Verse 1] They said the best things in life are free If that's true then my life would be Great, but it ain't 'cause I'm broke as fuck And I can barely afford to get a bite to eat I bum a cig' and say that I'm so tired of balling Really, I'm just getting sick and tired of calling My girlfriend up, like I need some gas money You got a twenty or something that I can borrow Lying to her like I'm gonna pay her back tomorrow 'Cause she broke bartending, tryna work for tips Puttin' up with old men at a white trash bar Saying "Let me get another drink, sugar tits" But how can I provide shit? I'm a starving artist Praying one day my big break will come Sometime life'll have you so distraught that you forgot Everything you should be grateful of Like waking up inside a home when you could be homeless Talking on the cell when you could be phoneless, shit I got some weed, I got some drink I got my family to love me and a couple homies That'll hold me down, I woke up this morning with a different outlook I hit the drink then ride down 85 south [Chorus] Everything is G-R-A-V-Y In the front seat of my cutlass sitting sideways Everything is G-R-A-V-Y So drunk that I'm glad I made it to my driveway Everything is G-R-A-V-Y [Verse 2] No money to buy weed, I'm rolling pennies In a dish pit, speaking broken Spanish Getting off work late, everything close Totino pizza rolls, eating frozen dinners It's like the bad luck streak just won't diminish 'Cause the rent is due, and the bills are late You can feel the weight on your shoulder getting heavy And you ready to say fuck it, I can feel your pain You pray to god please give me strength to overcome this Feeling lost up in the way without a compass You start regretting shit that you ain't get accomplished Pompous, people want to judge you and it's constant I hit the liquor store and get me some more Thompson Might be cheap but it gets me drunk And I start to feel the pressure, feel like giving up It's like the alcohol buzz done just enough To give me a reminder of the fact I'm blessed You ain't a loser, time to get up off your ass and win Got homies in the pen doing life They ain't never gonna get to see the grass again I can't imagine them, they probably envy me So with that in mind, I hit the drink and ride And put some Outkast on [Chorus] Everything is G-R-A-V-Y In the front seat of my cutlass sitting sideways Everything is G-R-A-V-Y So drunk that I'm glad I made it to my driveway Everything is G-R-A-V-Y [Verse 3] My Famous tee matchin' [?] Used to hear hate, now it's just applauses Making lump sum deposits, man, the stars aligned for me It's finally us that's flossing As we dump the ganja guts, flying it's obvious Bitches ain't nothing to them as they watching us They lusting for me, now my pockets done got robust We done had the fussiest bitches on the bus We drink a crown, royal smoking an ounce of kush Kick 'em off and disappear in a cloud of dust Pray the lifestyle now I'll adjust My dad just hit me up and said I probably was It feels good, in God we trust I bow my head, and pray so I don't ever try to take it for granted I was just doing open mic night Hyped, screaming 7-7, 0 and making 'em chant it I finally signed with a record label, and damn, it feels great This is 15 years in the making Burn one on the beat, put the pen to the sheet Got to let the world hear what I'm thinking As I'm sinkin' in the seat of an old school cutlass I take another drink of the cup and ride Strange Music on the chain [Chorus] Everything is G-R-A-V-Y In the front seat of my cutlass sitting sideways Everything is G-R-A-V-Y So drunk that I'm glad I made it to my driveway Everything is G-R-A-V-Y