[Intro: GtC]
I'm feelin' at home in the city, Genesee, cruisin'
Keepin' all the dope Mather beats boomin'
No time for celebrity bluesin'
Bringin' you the bars, drinkin' Hennessey, boozin'
Makin' sure all my enemies losin'
Dream big, I'll forever be snoozin'
Go to bed, get to sketchin' these blueprints
Cuz my sk** has already been proven
[Verse: GtC]
I'm from a city with the factories
But no factory could manufacture me
I'm organic when I plant the seed
Reap fruits of my labor, deep roots on my apple tree
I got a… Godlike brain, no blasphemy
I got a king's throne room with the tapestry
Let me relate it all back to the
Line about how I plant the seed, it comes naturally, for real
My own mind is a masterpiece
I just do what I can with the life that I'm given
Forever after, livin' happily
I'm content with my tale through the rhymes that I've written
So far...
But I'm only on Chapter 3
Got a little bit of ways to go
You'll be the first to admit that my rap's unique
Ironic they won't play it on the radio
Forget about it...
I'ma sit here countin' all my busboy tips
Cuz I'm done makin' dumb choices
And if you wanna beef with the kid, come join quick
I'ma throw it on your plate like a rump roast dish, ah
Friday nights at Delmonico's
Bringin' ya'll hell's hottest flows
Give it everything I've got, still thinkin' I was made for this
But they wonder where the gravy is
And I'ma tell ‘em like…
(Hook)
You don't get no gravy (gravy)
You don't get no gravy, bro
You don't get no gravy
I'ma package that plate to go, oh
You don't get no gravy
You don't get no gravy, bro
If you lookin' for the gravy
Then go listen to the radio, for real