Out The Mud
Straight out the mud, went rags to richest PTSD, fingers still itchin',
I let em talk, money my interest, saw all them commas' thought it was glitches,
Walkin' the walk, paintin' a picture, These boys soft, flippin' like switches,
I won't stop, ain't trippin' over these opps, or none of these, hold on, crazy,
I turn the struggle, into a brand new coupe, it used to be, at the funeral, only time he wore suits,
They want fame, and I want loot, I been deep in that mud like Roots,
They throw shade, y'all that's cute, when we pull up, boys go mute,
This ain't no track, this more like my diary, they do not know about the pain that's inside me
I had to cross people up more than Kyrie, all of my life had been all about survivin'
Know you understand if you came from the struggle, here in the jungle, no choice but to hustle,
Moms always told me, you gotta be humble, pulled up in a Benz, sorry mama
I love you since I was in Pampers, I was tryna get paid, Always cash first,
We was broke now we on the next chapter, ain't talkin' money, then I do not answer, I do not sleep
I got bags to secure, these people don't know what I had to endure, used to be hard, but the cash is the cure,
I been feelin' like that boy on the Spurs, straight out the mud went rags to riches,
PTSD, fingers still itchin', I let them talk, money my interest saw them commas, started with glitches,
Walking the walk, Painting' a picture, these boys soft, flippin' like switches,
I won't stop, ain't trippin' over these opps, or none of these, hold on, crazy,
I turned the struggle, into a brand new coupe, they used to be, at the funeral, only time he wore suits,
They want fame, and I want loot, I been deep in that mud like Roots,
They throw shade, y'all that's cute, when we pull up boys go mute, straight out the mud, went rags to riches, PTSD, fingers still itchin', I let them talk, money my interest, saw them commas, started with glitches,
Walk in the water, payin' a picture these boys soft, flippin' like switches,
I won't stop, ain't trippin' over these opps or none of these, hold on, crazy,
I turned the struggle, into a brand new coupe, they used to be, at the funeral, only time he wore suits,
They want fame, and I want loot, I been deep in that mud like Roots,
They throw shade, y'all that's cute, when we pull up boys go mute
I let em talk, money my interest, saw all them commas' thought it was glitches,
Walkin' the walk, paintin' a picture, These boys soft, flippin' like switches,
I won't stop, ain't trippin' over these opps, or none of these, hold on, crazy,
I turn the struggle, into a brand new coupe, it used to be, at the funeral, only time he wore suits,
They want fame, and I want loot, I been deep in that mud like Roots,
They throw shade, y'all that's cute, when we pull up, boys go mute,
This ain't no track, this more like my diary, they do not know about the pain that's inside me
I had to cross people up more than Kyrie, all of my life had been all about survivin'
Know you understand if you came from the struggle, here in the jungle, no choice but to hustle,
Moms always told me, you gotta be humble, pulled up in a Benz, sorry mama
I love you since I was in Pampers, I was tryna get paid, Always cash first,
We was broke now we on the next chapter, ain't talkin' money, then I do not answer, I do not sleep
I got bags to secure, these people don't know what I had to endure, used to be hard, but the cash is the cure,
I been feelin' like that boy on the Spurs, straight out the mud went rags to riches,
PTSD, fingers still itchin', I let them talk, money my interest saw them commas, started with glitches,
Walking the walk, Painting' a picture, these boys soft, flippin' like switches,
I won't stop, ain't trippin' over these opps, or none of these, hold on, crazy,
I turned the struggle, into a brand new coupe, they used to be, at the funeral, only time he wore suits,
They want fame, and I want loot, I been deep in that mud like Roots,
They throw shade, y'all that's cute, when we pull up boys go mute, straight out the mud, went rags to riches, PTSD, fingers still itchin', I let them talk, money my interest, saw them commas, started with glitches,
Walk in the water, payin' a picture these boys soft, flippin' like switches,
I won't stop, ain't trippin' over these opps or none of these, hold on, crazy,
I turned the struggle, into a brand new coupe, they used to be, at the funeral, only time he wore suits,
They want fame, and I want loot, I been deep in that mud like Roots,
They throw shade, y'all that's cute, when we pull up boys go mute
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Writer(s): Richard Carrington
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