Meshuggeneh
They used to look down on me, now I'm the one they looking up
Had me questioning myself and if I'm good enough
Found my confidence call me Gravy cuz I'm cooking up
Drove my haters crazy all my opps gone meshugenneh
I'm cooking up it's like the cholent on Shabbat
Everybody got a different name for what goes in the pot
All the different ingredients lending flavors and seasoning
When the seasons freeze my recipes the key to keep it hot
A little spice scratch that we need a lot
You should understand counting all the enemies we got
Can't be chicken when you see the beef in stock
It's a cold world I have to keep a GLEE to heat the block
It's sun down so I gotta keep the flame low
You get more than simmered if you trippin better lay low
Bystander heard my slappers imagined I got the bay flow
But this is Bat Yam mixed with some San Diego
Across the sea but I'm still throwing Dubs
Still showing love to ill coast I'm from
Still going dumb, Go for the loaf gloss over crumbs
It's funny looking back and realizing I'm the one
They used to look down on, now I'm the one they looking up
Had me questioning myself and if I'm good enough
Found my confidence call me Gravy cuz I'm cooking up
Drove my haters crazy all my opps gone meshugenneh
Westside bringing that sauce like Moroccan fish
Everything's on the table I'm talking what I could dish
You come at me first I get straight back like you popped a disk
You'd hear em drop a pin before they drop a diss
I never really understood what the problem is
Ive tried to break down walls they want to box me in
The older I get the more and more it becomes obvious
The industry would never want an artist with my audience
They don't want art they want a cheap dollar
String puppet they could control grow green taller
You reap what you sow from you I need nada
Ima get it on my own the way I was shown by 40 water
Thinking to myself like what would Pac do
Pops voice in my head don't let em stop you
Used to tell me wanna do a show then it'll cost you
Now my dough coming in rolls lookin like Jachnun
They used to look down on me, now I'm the one they looking up
Had me questioning myself and if I'm good enough
Found my confidence call me Gravy cuz I'm cooking up
Drove my haters crazy all my opps gone meshugenneh
Had me questioning myself and if I'm good enough
Found my confidence call me Gravy cuz I'm cooking up
Drove my haters crazy all my opps gone meshugenneh
I'm cooking up it's like the cholent on Shabbat
Everybody got a different name for what goes in the pot
All the different ingredients lending flavors and seasoning
When the seasons freeze my recipes the key to keep it hot
A little spice scratch that we need a lot
You should understand counting all the enemies we got
Can't be chicken when you see the beef in stock
It's a cold world I have to keep a GLEE to heat the block
It's sun down so I gotta keep the flame low
You get more than simmered if you trippin better lay low
Bystander heard my slappers imagined I got the bay flow
But this is Bat Yam mixed with some San Diego
Across the sea but I'm still throwing Dubs
Still showing love to ill coast I'm from
Still going dumb, Go for the loaf gloss over crumbs
It's funny looking back and realizing I'm the one
They used to look down on, now I'm the one they looking up
Had me questioning myself and if I'm good enough
Found my confidence call me Gravy cuz I'm cooking up
Drove my haters crazy all my opps gone meshugenneh
Westside bringing that sauce like Moroccan fish
Everything's on the table I'm talking what I could dish
You come at me first I get straight back like you popped a disk
You'd hear em drop a pin before they drop a diss
I never really understood what the problem is
Ive tried to break down walls they want to box me in
The older I get the more and more it becomes obvious
The industry would never want an artist with my audience
They don't want art they want a cheap dollar
String puppet they could control grow green taller
You reap what you sow from you I need nada
Ima get it on my own the way I was shown by 40 water
Thinking to myself like what would Pac do
Pops voice in my head don't let em stop you
Used to tell me wanna do a show then it'll cost you
Now my dough coming in rolls lookin like Jachnun
They used to look down on me, now I'm the one they looking up
Had me questioning myself and if I'm good enough
Found my confidence call me Gravy cuz I'm cooking up
Drove my haters crazy all my opps gone meshugenneh
Credits
Writer(s): Noah Shufutinsky
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