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[Intro] Yeah… Out the mud, out the struggle… Ain’t no fairytales where I’m from, homie. --- [Verse 1] I came from the dirt where the pain don’t sleep, Where the nights stay cold and the hustle run deep. Talk slick, get clipped, ain’t no peace in the street, Got the heat in my coat, and the devil on beat. Ain’t no handouts here, had to earn my plate, Seen my dawgs turn ghost, now my trust don’t weigh. Had to flip that stress, now it’s cash I chase, And I still don’t smile, got that war in my face. I was raised by the wolves, no love, just packs, Where a knife in your back is a matter of fact. Got my bros in the trap, still servin’ that crack, And we yell "fuck twelve!" while we countin’ these racks. --- [Hook] I came from the mud, now I’m talkin' my sht, Whole squad full of killers, we don’t fold, we don’t flinch. Middle finger to the law, they can ride on a dck, If you ain't 'bout the grind, get the f**k off the strip. Yeah, we bang for the set, still throwin’ up signs, Got the city on lock, and we movin’ through lines. This that real street gospel, that dopeboy hymn, If you cross that line, we go limb for limb. --- [Verse 2] I ain’t never had sh*t, had to get it in blood, All my life been a fight, now I’m drippin' in mud. Couple opps want smoke? Better pray to your plug, ‘Cause my Glock don’t jam and my soul got shrugs. Got tats on my skin that tell stories of war, Every stripe that I earned came with blood on the floor. Seen the system try to break me, but I kicked down the door, Now I walk like a king, but I’m ready for more. Yeah, my set real loud, and my past ain’t sweet, Put my name on the map, now they scared to compete. Still ride for my brothers, if they eat, I eat, And I still got the heat tucked under the seat. --- [Hook] I came from the mud, now I’m talkin' my sht, Whole squad full of killers, we don’t fold, we don’t flinch. Middle finger to the law, they can ride on a dck, If you ain't 'bout the grind, get the f**k off the strip. Yeah, we bang for the set, still throwin’ up signs, Got the city on lock, and we movin’ through lines. This that real street gospel, that dopeboy hymn, If you cross that line, we go limb for limb. --- [Verse 3 / Outro] Now it’s Rollies and chains, but the scars still stay, I remember bein’ broke, now it’s lobster and steak. But I never switched sides, still the same ol’ gang, Still the same young savage with a mask and flame. Pour a fifth for the dead, light a blunt for the pain, Got the hood on my back, and this blood in my veins. Ain’t no peace where I’m from, just survival and aim, So I rap like I trap—real rap its not a game [HOOK] I came from the mud, now I’m talkin' my sht, Whole squad full of killers, we don’t fold, we don’t flinch. Middle finger to the law, they can ride on a dck, If you ain't 'bout the grind, get the f**k off the strip. Yeah, we bang for the set, still throwin’ up signs, Got the city on lock, and we movin’ through lines. This that real street gospel, that dopeboy hymn, If you cross that line, we go limb for limb.
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[Intro] Yeah… Out the mud, out the struggle… Ain’t no fairytales where I’m from, homie. --- [Verse 1] I came from the dirt where the pain don’t sleep, Where the nights stay cold and the hustle run deep. Talk slick, get clipped, ain’t no peace in the street, Got the heat in my coat, and the devil on beat. Ain’t no handouts here, had to earn my plate, Seen my dawgs turn ghost, now my trust don’t weigh. Had to flip that stress, now it’s cash I chase, And I still don’t smile, got that war in my face. I was raised by the wolves, no love, just packs, Where a knife in your back is a matter of fact. Got my bros in the trap, still servin’ that crack, And we yell "fuck twelve!" while we countin’ these racks. --- [Hook] I came from the mud, now I’m talkin' my sht, Whole squad full of killers, we don’t fold, we don’t flinch. Middle finger to the law, they can ride on a dck, If you ain't 'bout the grind, get the f**k off the strip. Yeah, we bang for the set, still throwin’ up signs, Got the city on lock, and we movin’ through lines. This that real street gospel, that dopeboy hymn, If you cross that line, we go limb for limb. --- [Verse 2] I ain’t never had sh*t, had to get it in blood, All my life been a fight, now I’m drippin' in mud. Couple opps want smoke? Better pray to your plug, ‘Cause my Glock don’t jam and my soul got shrugs. Got tats on my skin that tell stories of war, Every stripe that I earned came with blood on the floor. Seen the system try to break me, but I kicked down the door, Now I walk like a king, but I’m ready for more. Yeah, my set real loud, and my past ain’t sweet, Put my name on the map, now they scared to compete. Still ride for my brothers, if they eat, I eat, And I still got the heat tucked under the seat. --- [Hook] I came from the mud, now I’m talkin' my sht, Whole squad full of killers, we don’t fold, we don’t flinch. Middle finger to the law, they can ride on a dck, If you ain't 'bout the grind, get the f**k off the strip. Yeah, we bang for the set, still throwin’ up signs, Got the city on lock, and we movin’ through lines. This that real street gospel, that dopeboy hymn, If you cross that line, we go limb for limb. --- [Verse 3 / Outro] Now it’s Rollies and chains, but the scars still stay, I remember bein’ broke, now it’s lobster and steak. But I never switched sides, still the same ol’ gang, Still the same young savage with a mask and flame. Pour a fifth for the dead, light a blunt for the pain, Got the hood on my back, and this blood in my veins. Ain’t no peace where I’m from, just survival and aim, So I rap like I trap—real rap its not a game [HOOK] I came from the mud, now I’m talkin' my sht, Whole squad full of killers, we don’t fold, we don’t flinch. Middle finger to the law, they can ride on a dck, If you ain't 'bout the grind, get the f**k off the strip. Yeah, we bang for the set, still throwin’ up signs, Got the city on lock, and we movin’ through lines. This that real street gospel, that dopeboy hymn, If you cross that line, we go limb for limb.