The Mud - Ramirez, Jeff Mack$, Shytripthaghost

Bitch I’m from the mud

Come around here it ain’t no love

Just some shady niggas with some drugs

I can see, I can see, I can see, I can see

The truth but you won’t belive what I know

I can’t fuck around like before

Get up out my way I’m on the go

I can’t balance all these highs and lows

Play your mane, this the game I chose

Voices in my head, I’m seeing red

I’m just livin' life till I’m dead

Pop the Xan, can’t get out the bed

It’s a cemetery underneath my shed

Pacin' back and forth and I’m twitchin'

Starin' at the moon, something missin'

Roll the swisha up then I’m kissin'

Thinking 'bout the past and what’s missin'

Low life cracker with a cocaine flow

Back on the block servin' lean, yeen know

I got 'em for the low

You try’na get some more, let me know

Got the plug speed dial in my phone

Metro Boomin' out the hood where the bitch can tell a lie

But I’m riddled like a book

Straight leavin' like Suge

Jumped out the mud bitch, what’s up?

Bombay Gin and then the lean up in my cup

I need to slow down, get my mind straight hold up

Been out in Houston

Man goddamn I done broke them boys off

On some shit you ain’t familiar with, throw it from the South

Watch your mouth, cut it out 'fore I have to gut it out

Talkin' shit about some shit that you don’t even know about

Bitch I’m from the mud

Come around here it ain’t no love

Just some shady niggas with some drugs

I can see, I can see, I can see, I can see

The truth but you won’t belive what I know

I can’t fuck around like before

Get up out my way I’m on the go

I can’t balance all these highs and lows

Play your mane, this the game I chose

This the motherfuckin' game I chose

Ay, bitch I’m try’na keep my wrist froze aye

Rolex wrist workin' bitch I’m throwed ayy

With the pots and pans bitch I’m cold aye

In the kitchen on the motherfuckin' stove ayy

Whippin' up them beats, bitch stay throwed ay

Like Pimp C got a pocket full of stones aye

Comin' down grippin' on the chrome ayy

The Glock 45 with the

Cold blooded motherfuckers, don’t even try us

G.O.D.S and we ruthless, we leave em toothless

47 ways of leavin' nigga in bruises

Heartbeats turn to flat lines

Fuckin' with the clique then I gotta pull your spine

Gankin' any sucka cause I gotta get mine

Fuckin' with the wrong then you gotta pay a fine

Fuckin' with the killer you end up a ghost

You don’t even know

Voice in my head tellin' me kill some more

Aim at his throat

Lurkin' through the shadows with these blades

Fuckin' with the clique then you got a price to pay

Walk into the cemetery, take my own life away

Don’t give a fuck to begin to pray

Dear God as I walk through the valleys of the shadow of death I will fear no

evil

For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me and I am no longer

fearing

Dear God as I walk through the valleys of the shadow of death I will fear no

evil

For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me and I am no longer

fearing

Dear God as I walk through the valleys of the shadow of death I will fear no

evil

For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me and I am no longer

fearing

Dear God, dear God, dear God

Look into my eyes