| They said the best things in life are free
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| If that’s true then my life would be
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| Great, but it ain’t cause I’m broke as fuck
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| And I can barely afford to get a bite to eat
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| and I’m so tired of balling
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| Really I’m just getting sick and tired of calling
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| My girlfriend up, like I need some gas money
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| You got a twenty or something that I can borrow
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| Lying to her like I’m gonna pay her back tomorrow
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| Cause she broke bartending tryna break for tips
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| Hookin' up with old men at a white trash bar
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| Saying let me get another drink sugar tits
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| But how can I provide shit, I’m a starving artist
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| Praying one day my big break will come
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| Sometime life’ll have you so distraught that you forgot
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| Everything you should be grateful of
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| Like waking up inside a home when you could be homeless
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| Talking on the cell when you could be phoneless, shit
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| I got some weed, I got some drink
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| I got my family to love me and a couple homies
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| That’ll hold me down, I woke up this morning with a different outlook
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| I hit the drink then ride down 85 south
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| Everything is G R A V Y
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| In the front seat of my cutlass sitting sideways
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| Everything is G R A V Y
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| So drunk that I’m glad I made it to my driveway
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| Everything is G R A V Y
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| No money to buy weed, I’m rolling pinners
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| In a ditch pissed, speaking broken spanish
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| Getting off work late, everything close
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| Totino pizza rolls, eating frozen dinners
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| It’s like the bad luck streak just won’t diminish
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| Cause the rent is due, and the bills are late
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| You can feel the weight on your shoulder getting heavy
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| And you ready to say fuck it, I can feel your pain
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| You pray to god please give me strength to overcome this
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| Feeling lost up in the way without a compass
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| You start regretting shit that you ain’t get accomplished
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| Pompous, people want to judge you and it’s constant
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| I hit the liquor store and get me some more Thompson
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| Might be cheap but it gets me drunk
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| And I start to feel the pressure feel like lifting up
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| It’s like the alcohol buzz done just enough
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| To give me a reminder of the fact I’m blessed
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| You ain’t a loser time to get up off your ass and win
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| Got homies in the pen doing life
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| They ain’t never gonna get to see the grass again
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| I can’t imagine them, they probably envy me
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| So with that in mind, I hit the drink and ride
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| And put some Outkast on
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| Everything is G R A V Y
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| In the front seat of my cutlass sitting sideways
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| Everything is G R A V Y
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| So drunk that I’m glad I made it to my driveway
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| Everything is G R A V Y
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| My famous team mentioned us on the monsters
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| Used to hear hate now it’s just applauses
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| Making lump sum deposits, man the stars aligned for me
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| It’s finally us that’s flossing
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| As we dump the guts, flying it’s obvious
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| Bitches ain’t nothing they watching us
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| They lusting for me, now my pockets done got robust
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| We done had the fussiest bitches on the bus
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| We drink a crown, royal smoking an ounce of kush
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| Kick em off and disappear in a cloud of dust
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| Put the lights down now I ride with just
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| My dad just hit me up and said I probably was
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| It feels good, done got me trust
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| Above my head, and pray so I don’t ever try to take it for granted
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| I was just throwing up with Mike Knight
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| Hyped, screaming 770, know I’m making em chant it
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| I finally signed with a record label and damn it feels great
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| This is 15 years in the making
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| Burn one on the beat, put the pen to the sheet
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| Got to let the world hear what I’m thinking
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| It’s some saken, in the city with an old school cutlass
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| I got to take another drink of the cup and ride
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| Strange Music on the chain
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| Everything is G R A V Y
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| In the front seat of my cutlass sitting sideways
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| Everything is G R A V Y
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| So drunk that I’m glad I made it to my driveway
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| Everything is G R A V Y |