Lime

Mwanie

Got it from the mud I can always show you how
How I beat the odds with the devil on the plough
Look into my eyes if you wanna see me now
How this young underdog turned into a cash cow

The story of my life is on the mic and when I spit this
I give my heart and soul and God will be my witness
I've been a hated dawg it's crazy cause they listen
They're painting pictures of my life that I ain't seen yet
I've seen the dark side shared the devils eyesight
Cause when I wanted death, ain't no Church to ask why
I felt the pain in my chest, I watched my pride die
Calling niggas ain't nobody I can trust now
I hold my own, ain't no pastor on my right side
I know these niggas they be phony when I write rhymes
Quoting niggas hoping I won't ever punch lines
They told me they be jelly funny they're on top already
You know it's bomb first I'm coming like I'm Makavelli
I got a wicked flow, I've been sharing Satan notes
And when I go, I got the angel on my head stone
And when you go, you got Hell that you call home

Got it from the mud I can always show you how
How I beat the odds with the devil on the plough
Look into my eyes if you wanna see me now
How this young underdog turned into a cash cow
Got it from the mud I can always show you how
How I beat the odds with the devil on the plough
Look into my eyes if you wanna see me now
How this young underdog turned into a cash cow

I always knew my life would turn to be a bomb threat
Checking niggas, break a leg and I can bomb first
It's Machiavelli in my thoughts and in my process
I know these young niggas never get this content
I pull up in your thoughts, sleep, I'm a nightmare
I'm the realest nigga here, and its quite clear
Cause all my peers out for clout and they're quite queer
And I can demonstrate my flow ain't never giving hate
Unless you're coming in my lane, then I can kill a man
With the hottest flow, ether, never spare your soul
I make the rappers turn to pastors claim they're serving God
But I be chilling on the low, never biting flows
Cause in my death is only when my soul could ghost write
And I can kill you with a verse without the known hype
Who the baddest? I'm the baddest when its called blood
Who the baddest? I'm the baddest when its cold blood

Got it from the mud I can always show you how
How I beat the odds with the devil on the plough
Look into my eyes if you wanna see me now
How this young underdog turned into a cash cow
Got it from the mud I can always show you how
How I beat the odds with the devil on the plough
Look into my eyes if you wanna see me now
How this young underdog turned into a cash cow



Credits
Writer(s): William Phoya
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