Mud Brothers

(HeartBeatz on the track)

Tell me, why the fuck they always jump straight to conclusions? (Straight to conclusions)
They tryna figure out how I been movin' (how I been movin')
They tryna figure out what I been doin' (what I been doin')
I been tryna contain my mind before I fuckin' lose it (fuckin' lose it)

That shit you said it don't make sense, just tell me, what part? Let's just prove it (prove it)
I never did depend on shit, God gave me talent and I used it (and I used it)
Don't give a fuck about a bitch, she see I'm lit and now she choosin' (and now she choosin')
No, I ain't on no friendly shit, don't fuck with me, just keep it movin' (keep it movin')

That gat callin' my name
State to state, I'm on the interstate (I'm on the interstate)
A year ago they said I was lame
Now they tryna come and fuck with Jay (come and fuck with Jay)
I love my lil' bro Fame, been through it all, but it's gon' be okay (gon' be okay)
I swear I ain't gon' change, I love you, nigga, it's fuck what they say

You said you my sidekick, but fuck that shit, we both made a way (made a way)
The fake kept it hate, but I be damned if it get in our way (get in our way)
So, all I do is pray, that one day we can just get it straight (get it straight)
And hop back on the same page even though we in our own lane

Two-timin' every same thing
Shit really just ain't been the same
I remember we walked through the rain
Used to freestyle to each other every day
I know you seen it in my face (in my face), nigga, I can feel all your pain
But now you out bustin' brains (bustin' brains) and shit just ain't start yesterday

Tell mama it's okay (uh), we gon' make it out of here one day (here one day)
'Cause I'ma make a way (a way), yeah, and keep a big smile on your face (on your face)

Tell me, why the fuck they always jump straight to conclusions? (Straight to conclusions)
They tryna figure out how I been movin' (how I been movin')
They tryna figure out what I been doin' (what I been doin')
I been tryna contain my mind before I fuckin' lose it (fuckin' lose it)

That shit you said it don't make sense, just tell me, what part? Let's just prove it (prove it)
I never did depend on shit, God gave me talent and I used it (and I used it)
Don't give a fuck about a bitch, she see I'm lit and now she choosin' (and now she choosin')
No, I ain't on no friendly shit, don't fuck with me, just keep it movin' (keep it movin')

Ah, ah-yeah
Just keep it movin', ah
And now she chosin'
I'm gettin' to it, yeah
I'm gettin' to it, gettin' to it, yeah



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Writer(s): Javorius Scott, Otis Hinton
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