Living Gravy Young T & Bugsey (Ft. Not3s)

[Pre Chorus: Not3s]
Now we living gravy
Sauce, sauce dripping like I live in gravy
Now we living gravy
Now we living gravy

[Chorus: Not3s]
Best believe
I am the brudda that they are tryna be
I am the brudda that they are tryna reach
But I'm not the brudda that they can try and leech
Never lacking, B
All now I'm in the place
Bottles get popping when I am in the rave
Scream "star in the hood" when I'm up in the rave
Fought through the struggles and now I'm living great
All my people living gravy, yeah

[Verse 1: Bugsey]
Don't spill no liquor on my ice creams
Or my white jeans
I'm a real drip machine
Look like Virgil in these Off White Nikes
Fuck the Y3's
Nike boys on my team
Like you just gotta weigh it up
When I mean it's getting bait as fuck
Who the fuck really debating us?
T and Bugs got the maddest touch
What's the problem?
I'm a problem
Man, I wish these niggas would stay in their lane
NBA for life, never broke again
I can turn your wife to a hoe again
When you think she yours but I know she ain't
She locked me on the telly, yeah I know it's game
Think I hit the belly, hit the hall of fame
Funny thing about it, I don't know her name
Erica, Veronica it's all the same
It's all the same