We Good We Gravy
We straight, we good, we gravy
I don't think about all them could be maybes
I just say I will and it should be crazy
But the industry shady
Will it fulfill my ADHD
Hop up in the wraith sitting on daytons, and I fly away
Writing my story, I'm tryna turn the page to brighter days
And it's been good, and been gory
A man using his voice on the road to glory
Why they tryna distort me
Shit I been jacked, scammed
Had rillas ran off with the forty
Sack of doji
Bumpin my music, acting like they support me
I was fiendin' lowkey
Traded weed for morphine
Xannies had me chasing no goals, was dreamin homie
Yeah we going out tonight
Future bright
Skating under city lights
Feelin right, here we go
Yeah I'm ballin something slight
And we might
Break into a fight
If we see them at the Conoco
I ain't playing with you joes
I'm a pro
And my heart a little cold, yeah I know
But you reap what you sow
I stick to the code
Stick in my drawers
It's all peace till you draw
Let that flute play out on 'em
We straight, we good, we gravy
I don't think about all them could be maybes
I just think about
Modern day revelations
My place in the constellations
The GOAT talk
I'm tryna be in that conversation
It's about who got the John Blaze
Give a fuck about some nominations
But the crown of King come with complications
Uh Bob is playin
And The Wailers
Ganja blazing
I'm putting in work
What's the cost of labor
Hop on my phone
Seeing hate day after day
I'm thinking "Where is the love?" Donny Hathaway
They fantasizing drugs, and I aint innocent neither
But if I could say one thing
Be just stick to sativa
Stick to indica
Them percs fuck your kidneys up
My advice
Drop that shit and go get your business up
Yeah, get it from the mud
Make sure your shit in order
Like 2pac, I spit all over the camera
Hit the reporter
We was shipping packs in the mail
Nervous as hell till we got the order
Not the type to let date your daughter
Shit I'm a problem
Shit its Cruisey
Hand full of new hundreds
Why I'm still feeling bluesy
Can't drink on the beach
We conceal it in the koozie
Me and two bitches
Shit I wish I had two D's
So I could hit them both like at different times
And like make a beat with that shit man like
We straight, we good, we gravy
I don't think about all them could be maybes
I just say I will
Duckin the jakes
Steady tryna come up with something great
But times it feel like you running in place
And Im just tryna keep up a pace
Cause being comfortable
Won't get you to a comfortable place
We straight, we good, we gravy
I don't think about all them could be maybes
Go rustle up the lawn
And a diamond in the rough
Is what you stumble upon
And a couple snakes in the grass
Got to know your heart
And your brain to get passed
Just don't start up shit
If you're afraid to blast
Had that kush in volume
Tryna make a mass
Life ain't gon last forever
Make it last homie
Yeah we going out tonight
Future bright
Skating under city lights
Feelin right, here we go
Yeah I'm ballin something slight
And we might
Break into a fight
If we see them at the Conoco
I aint playin with you joes
I'm a pro
And my heart a little cold, yeah I know
But you reap what you sow
I stick to the code
Stick in my drawers
It's all peace till you draw
We straight, we good, we gravy
I don't think about all them could be maybes
I don't think about all them could be maybes
I just say I will and it should be crazy
But the industry shady
Will it fulfill my ADHD
Hop up in the wraith sitting on daytons, and I fly away
Writing my story, I'm tryna turn the page to brighter days
And it's been good, and been gory
A man using his voice on the road to glory
Why they tryna distort me
Shit I been jacked, scammed
Had rillas ran off with the forty
Sack of doji
Bumpin my music, acting like they support me
I was fiendin' lowkey
Traded weed for morphine
Xannies had me chasing no goals, was dreamin homie
Yeah we going out tonight
Future bright
Skating under city lights
Feelin right, here we go
Yeah I'm ballin something slight
And we might
Break into a fight
If we see them at the Conoco
I ain't playing with you joes
I'm a pro
And my heart a little cold, yeah I know
But you reap what you sow
I stick to the code
Stick in my drawers
It's all peace till you draw
Let that flute play out on 'em
We straight, we good, we gravy
I don't think about all them could be maybes
I just think about
Modern day revelations
My place in the constellations
The GOAT talk
I'm tryna be in that conversation
It's about who got the John Blaze
Give a fuck about some nominations
But the crown of King come with complications
Uh Bob is playin
And The Wailers
Ganja blazing
I'm putting in work
What's the cost of labor
Hop on my phone
Seeing hate day after day
I'm thinking "Where is the love?" Donny Hathaway
They fantasizing drugs, and I aint innocent neither
But if I could say one thing
Be just stick to sativa
Stick to indica
Them percs fuck your kidneys up
My advice
Drop that shit and go get your business up
Yeah, get it from the mud
Make sure your shit in order
Like 2pac, I spit all over the camera
Hit the reporter
We was shipping packs in the mail
Nervous as hell till we got the order
Not the type to let date your daughter
Shit I'm a problem
Shit its Cruisey
Hand full of new hundreds
Why I'm still feeling bluesy
Can't drink on the beach
We conceal it in the koozie
Me and two bitches
Shit I wish I had two D's
So I could hit them both like at different times
And like make a beat with that shit man like
We straight, we good, we gravy
I don't think about all them could be maybes
I just say I will
Duckin the jakes
Steady tryna come up with something great
But times it feel like you running in place
And Im just tryna keep up a pace
Cause being comfortable
Won't get you to a comfortable place
We straight, we good, we gravy
I don't think about all them could be maybes
Go rustle up the lawn
And a diamond in the rough
Is what you stumble upon
And a couple snakes in the grass
Got to know your heart
And your brain to get passed
Just don't start up shit
If you're afraid to blast
Had that kush in volume
Tryna make a mass
Life ain't gon last forever
Make it last homie
Yeah we going out tonight
Future bright
Skating under city lights
Feelin right, here we go
Yeah I'm ballin something slight
And we might
Break into a fight
If we see them at the Conoco
I aint playin with you joes
I'm a pro
And my heart a little cold, yeah I know
But you reap what you sow
I stick to the code
Stick in my drawers
It's all peace till you draw
We straight, we good, we gravy
I don't think about all them could be maybes
Credits
Writer(s): Cody Frerichs
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