Out the Mud

I done got it out the mud now I'm jumping off the porch
Jumping off the porch tryna jump into a Porsche
Starving for so long now I'm looking for a fork
Time for me to eat where's the meat no pork

I stepped in bullshit now I'm cleaning off my shoes
Had to risk it all I had nothing else to lose
Now I'm getting money stacking paper like a Jew
Look momma I'm on tv broadcasted like the news

Dipped my fingers in some dirt now I'm dussin off my hands
Magnolia was my mall but my clothes ship in from France
Didn't think I would make it should've known I would expand
Got a whole lotta racks and a whole lotta bands

I remember back when I was looking for support
Seem like nobody really wanted to support
So Don't come up in my face when I pull up in the sport
I ain't tryna be rude but I will cut you short
Cause When I was broke and down bad nobody was around
If You ain't never spoke hoe I ain't mad just don't speak to me now
Back then they ain't want me see they played they all want me now
When I called they ain't answer felt betrayed they all call me now

You see how them tables turned i flipped em
Watch how them bridges burn right down the middle
Money coming in by the week
The way it multiply you'd think I was a geek
If it ain't bout the cheese or the lettuce keep the meet
Tryna get a mill like my last name meek
I don't like to talk ion really like to speak
Gotta be a soldier this shit ain't for the weak
Had to put in work wasn't nunna this shit for free
They might not say a thing but eyes open they can see
Ears listen cause I'm making noise in the streets you'd think I was a band
Something like juwanna bitch nigga I'm the man
They tell me you a hater got me thinking you a fan
I think you really mad cause I'm that bitch and I'm the man
Tryna get it out the mud so we can tan up in the sand

I done got it out the mud now I'm jumping off the porch (I'm on a mission)
Jumping off the porch tryna jump into a Porsche (hit the ignition)
Starving for so long now I'm looking for a fork (my fridge it was empty)
Time for me to eat where's the meat no pork (now I want the chicken)

I stepped in bullshit now I'm cleaning off my shoes (got rid of the drama)
Had to risk it all I had nothing else to lose (yeah I suffered some trauma)
Now I'm getting money stacking paper like a Jew (hey look at me momma)
Look momma I'm on tv broadcasted like the news (aye shoutout to Tonya)

Dipped my fingers in some dirt now I'm dussin off my hands
Magnolia was my mall but my clothes ship in from France
Didn't think I would make it should've known I would expand
Got a whole lotta racks and a whole lotta bands

I done got it out the mud
We tryna get it out the mud

Use to care what they think of me now I say fuck it
Don't fuck with nobody say you my dawg keep it one hunnid
Fuck all of that beefing cuh let's get to this money
Ever slept on me I swear to god you a dummy



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Writer(s): Frostina Pearson
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