Gravity by Mahhest Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hard for me to write
Cuz when you say the shit I say n your moralities be right
Everybody wanna fight, like everybody got a right
But everybody got a life, they on the internet at night, talkin bout, takin mines
N the news perpetuate all the hate in their minds
N got nikkaz in da skies like they muhfuckin flies
I’m like, “The grav-ity gone getcha, nikka”
Aiight lemme just tell y’all a story:
Look up in the sky, past the birds and the planes
N what you see is awesome: maybe where we come from
Cuz we never followed they muthafuckin rules
N never been obsessed with they muthafuckin jewels
N we was on a quest for a muthafuckin muse at night, despite all of the liquor we abuse
When I’m tense I tend to ash the roach and roll a few
But I ain’t have no muthafuckin Dutch
Damn
Cruisin down the street in my own two feet
Wonder what my neighbor doin pointin’ the camera at me
N why he askin for trouble when he be hollerin’ bout peace
I’m just hoping he’s there when these pigs try to take me
But I’m clean, n that’s if you don’t check my pockets I mean
All this green, n I be fiendin’ for a fuckin fatty
But every time you get high you gotta fight the gravity - the graviteeth...nikka
Bendin’ round the block to this old dude’s house
Wonderin’ where he be at, this the only time that he be out
N it was just last week that he was talkin about
“What this life really be bout?” N he was bearin’ a frown
His family don’t come around
N I just shake the thought away n shoot my lil sis a “Hey”
She wonder when I be in town, but I don’t answer right now
Continue stumblin’ down
Was at the store in a minute n told the clerk, “the White Owls”
Now, I’m steady contemplatin’ bout which route to go down
N took the long way back just so I could avoid the clowns, walkin’ round
N took a stumble; head turned to a house, where I remember a murder beyond a reasonable doubt
Where lil Ronnie was shot when he tried to take that flag down
[They] talkin’ bout “self defense” n then they plead “stand your ground”
But lil Ronnie was 13, fixing to be out
King’n without a crown, but the gravity got him now, damn
[Hook]
Fuck a hook
Man, fuck a hook
Fuck a hook
[Verse 2]
Peep, see
I said we on a quest to reunite the tribe
Fuck a fight, we could kick it n pass the peace pipe
N here’s a tip for the fake cats trynna survive: quiet dog bite hard, so quit blowin the phife
You say I’m abstract, I say that ya damn right
N I don’t got many styles, but that’s a damn lie
Try n take me way from mine, well y’all could damn try
Thinkin’ y’all could pull me down but I was too high
I bob n weave wit the beat from side to damn side; I’m like:
Mike Tyson in ‘95; remember when:
I never thought I was gone survive
Then I came back, blunt smokin’ n mics was live
N it was bout time, we took a minute to organize
Sayin’ this so you could see your life through my eyes
We got a million reasons to love, but find the one to despise
Let us flyy, with zero hate, then they couldn’t divide
N I done did everything on my lonesome
Muthafuckin your rhymes, you ain’t even wrote them
I never know dem, me show dem no respect
Cuz if you don’t respect then what do you expect?
Never neglect the culture I was fuckin’ raised on
Thirsty for a hit like they makin’ gravity bongs
But I blow blunts strong, n then I sing songs
From the heart, yeah this the art of what I seen wrong
What I seen wrong...
This the art of what I seen wrong...
Don’t it seem wrong?
Aye you ain’t seen what I seen wrong
What I seen?
What I seen?
What I seen?
The gravity
Fuck a hook
Hard for me to write
Cuz when you say the shit I say n your moralities be right
Everybody wanna fight, like everybody got a right
But everybody got a life, they on the internet at night, talkin bout, takin mines
N the news perpetuate all the hate in their minds
N got nikkaz in da skies like they muhfuckin flies
I’m like, “The grav-ity gone getcha, nikka”
Aiight lemme just tell y’all a story:
Look up in the sky, past the birds and the planes
N what you see is awesome: maybe where we come from
Cuz we never followed they muthafuckin rules
N never been obsessed with they muthafuckin jewels
N we was on a quest for a muthafuckin muse at night, despite all of the liquor we abuse
When I’m tense I tend to ash the roach and roll a few
But I ain’t have no muthafuckin Dutch
Damn
Cruisin down the street in my own two feet
Wonder what my neighbor doin pointin’ the camera at me
N why he askin for trouble when he be hollerin’ bout peace
I’m just hoping he’s there when these pigs try to take me
But I’m clean, n that’s if you don’t check my pockets I mean
All this green, n I be fiendin’ for a fuckin fatty
But every time you get high you gotta fight the gravity - the graviteeth...nikka
Bendin’ round the block to this old dude’s house
Wonderin’ where he be at, this the only time that he be out
N it was just last week that he was talkin about
“What this life really be bout?” N he was bearin’ a frown
His family don’t come around
N I just shake the thought away n shoot my lil sis a “Hey”
She wonder when I be in town, but I don’t answer right now
Continue stumblin’ down
Was at the store in a minute n told the clerk, “the White Owls”
Now, I’m steady contemplatin’ bout which route to go down
N took the long way back just so I could avoid the clowns, walkin’ round
N took a stumble; head turned to a house, where I remember a murder beyond a reasonable doubt
Where lil Ronnie was shot when he tried to take that flag down
[They] talkin’ bout “self defense” n then they plead “stand your ground”
But lil Ronnie was 13, fixing to be out
King’n without a crown, but the gravity got him now, damn
[Hook]
Fuck a hook
Man, fuck a hook
Fuck a hook
[Verse 2]
Peep, see
I said we on a quest to reunite the tribe
Fuck a fight, we could kick it n pass the peace pipe
N here’s a tip for the fake cats trynna survive: quiet dog bite hard, so quit blowin the phife
You say I’m abstract, I say that ya damn right
N I don’t got many styles, but that’s a damn lie
Try n take me way from mine, well y’all could damn try
Thinkin’ y’all could pull me down but I was too high
I bob n weave wit the beat from side to damn side; I’m like:
Mike Tyson in ‘95; remember when:
I never thought I was gone survive
Then I came back, blunt smokin’ n mics was live
N it was bout time, we took a minute to organize
Sayin’ this so you could see your life through my eyes
We got a million reasons to love, but find the one to despise
Let us flyy, with zero hate, then they couldn’t divide
N I done did everything on my lonesome
Muthafuckin your rhymes, you ain’t even wrote them
I never know dem, me show dem no respect
Cuz if you don’t respect then what do you expect?
Never neglect the culture I was fuckin’ raised on
Thirsty for a hit like they makin’ gravity bongs
But I blow blunts strong, n then I sing songs
From the heart, yeah this the art of what I seen wrong
What I seen wrong...
This the art of what I seen wrong...
Don’t it seem wrong?
Aye you ain’t seen what I seen wrong
What I seen?
What I seen?
What I seen?
The gravity
Fuck a hook