Gravy n’ Biscuits Injury Reserve

[Intro: Ritchie with a T]
Check it, yo, yo

[Chorus: Ritchie with a T & Stepa J. Groggs]
Me and you (Check it, yeah, check it)
Everything cool nigga
Everything gravy n' biscuits (Yeah)
Everything's alright, nigga (I said)
Me and you (Yeah, check it)
Everything cool, nigga
Everything gravy n' biscuits (Yeah, check it, yeah)
Everything's all good nigga (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Stepa J. Groggs]
Humble as a mumble in the jungle, ya dig?
Can't never knock the hustle, get that shit how you live
Glad to see a new day, 'cause not everyone does
Tell my daughter I love her, shoot a text to my bruhs
I'm just glad nobody shootin' TECs to my bruhs
'Cause to not be in the Bay got me stressin' so much
New timezone every day, it's hard keepin' in touch
But all my real ones know I'll be there in the clutch
Yo, I went from Duck, Duck, Goose to gettin' fucked up off Goose
Connect Four to hittin' my connect for
Four grams or more, just to make it through the day
Now I fly for some Harold's and come back the same day, what's up?
I'm an awful guy, you bozos set the bar too low
You born in '85 and told your girl you 'bout to blow
You blew like 85 and told your mom it's for the business
Nigga, you 'bout to blow your knee out at a L.A. Fitness