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 f*ck
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 sh*t? 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, sh*t
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 f*ck 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 sh*t 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
b*tches ain’t nothing to them as they watching us
They lusting for me, now my pockets done got robust
We done had the fussiest b*tches 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