Rittz - Gravy lyrics
[Rittz - Gravy lyrics]
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 tit's
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
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
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
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
My Famous tee matchin'
Used to hear hate now it’s just applauses
Making lump sum deposit's
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
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
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 tit's
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
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
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
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
My Famous tee matchin'
Used to hear hate now it’s just applauses
Making lump sum deposit's
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
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