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(Hmm)
Came out of mud, no stain on me
Been through hell, got flame on me (hmm)
God made me fly, got wings on me (hmm)
No slave, got chains on me
Little nigga tryna get a big trophy, Shot from the logo, It was OT
Hotboxin' in a rental, we four deep, Runtz and its mixed with the OG
Carbines been with us, we was lookin' for a score (see)
I been hurt for a while, I admit it, but I can't fall off of my pivot
Just tryna get me a ticket
See he put on some spray, but he fishy
Told him stay out my face and I meant it, Ridin' with a whole life sentence
G-lock automatic, this bitch get to spittin', Spin back again, need to make sure I hit em'
Murder rate tragic, get left in my city, Rub them together, get static
I really was trappin', got locked up with ratchets
Stick be right under the seat now
Them bushes I layed plenty times tryna' creep
Plot while I eat now,
Temperature rising still keep extra heat
Play with me go to sleep now
Watch for the triple cross, youngins' gone creep
This is not a playground
Came out the mud, no stains on me (hmm)
Came out the mud, no stains on me (hmm)
Came out the mud, no stains on me
Came out of mud, no stain on me
Been through hell, got flame on me
God made me fly, got wings on me
No slave, got chains on me
Came out the mud, no stains on me
Been through hell, got flame on me
God made me fly, got wings on me
No slave, got chains on me
Came out the mud, no stains on me, When the skies gray and it used to rain on me
People trippin' cause I got a little flame on me, But I'm whippin' in this lane till the tank on E
Told the gang you can put everything on me, If we don't win, you can put the blame on me
Got the world on my back and it's strain on me, Got your girl on my lap, and she came on me
Don't miss like I got a aim on me, And I promise you will never gain on me
Got a main homie, he changed on me, You damn slow, cause ain't no lames on me
No Iso, you can't run no game on me, Don't see the big picture, get your frames on me
I'm everything that you niggas claim to be, And everything that you niggas ain't gon' be
(Hmm, Hm)
Came out the mud, no stains on me
Came out of mud, no stain on me
Been through hell, got flame on me (hmm)
God made me fly, got wings on me (hmm)
No slave, got chains on me
Little nigga tryna get a big trophy, Shot from the logo, It was OT
Hotboxin' in a rental, we four deep, Runtz and its mixed with the OG
Carbines been with us, we was lookin' for a score (see)
I been hurt for a while, I admit it, but I can't fall off of my pivot
Just tryna get me a ticket
See he put on some spray, but he fishy
Told him stay out my face and I meant it, Ridin' with a whole life sentence
G-lock automatic, this bitch get to spittin', Spin back again, need to make sure I hit em'
Murder rate tragic, get left in my city, Rub them together, get static
I really was trappin', got locked up with ratchets
Stick be right under the seat now
Them bushes I layed plenty times tryna' creep
Plot while I eat now,
Temperature rising still keep extra heat
Play with me go to sleep now
Watch for the triple cross, youngins' gone creep
This is not a playground
Came out the mud, no stains on me (hmm)
Came out the mud, no stains on me (hmm)
Came out the mud, no stains on me
Came out of mud, no stain on me
Been through hell, got flame on me
God made me fly, got wings on me
No slave, got chains on me
Came out the mud, no stains on me
Been through hell, got flame on me
God made me fly, got wings on me
No slave, got chains on me
Came out the mud, no stains on me, When the skies gray and it used to rain on me
People trippin' cause I got a little flame on me, But I'm whippin' in this lane till the tank on E
Told the gang you can put everything on me, If we don't win, you can put the blame on me
Got the world on my back and it's strain on me, Got your girl on my lap, and she came on me
Don't miss like I got a aim on me, And I promise you will never gain on me
Got a main homie, he changed on me, You damn slow, cause ain't no lames on me
No Iso, you can't run no game on me, Don't see the big picture, get your frames on me
I'm everything that you niggas claim to be, And everything that you niggas ain't gon' be
(Hmm, Hm)
Came out the mud, no stains on me
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Writer(s): Michael Jones
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