Metrical Futurity - Mud Boy

A nigga bleed mud
I Neva seen blood
I was groomed in the mud
Nobody you can trust
(Ayee)
A nigga bleed mud
I Neva seen blood
I was groomed in the mud
Nobody you can trust
(Ayee)
A nigga bleed mud
I Neva seen blood
I was groomed in the mud
Nobody you can trust
Niggas ain’t really from the slums
Niggas ain’t really from the slums
Naw
Niggas ain’t never seen the bottom
Niggas ain’t really ate no crumbs
Naw
Niggas ain’t never played in dirt
Niggas ain’t never had to work
Naw
Niggas ain’t really took a loss
They ain’t never had their brother on a shirt
It’s death in the city
They all out to get me
We going to funerals for fun
The women are pretty
It’s slimy and gritty
But I’ll Never choose one over my gun
Generations of nothing
They call it a trap
Cause there ain’t no where to run
Thought losing your brother was hard
Well well imagine losing one of your sons
Dealing with demons
They plotting
They scheming
I’m fighting survival remorse
I told them to follow me
But they left the train
I gave them a choice
I gave you the key
It’s not up to me
For your hand to open the door
So from here on out
I stand big and proud
Bitch I done made it out the mud
A nigga bleed mud
I Neva seen blood
I was groomed in the mud
Nobody you can trust
(Ayee)
A nigga bleed mud
I Neva seen blood
I was groomed in the mud
Nobody you can trust
(Ayee)
Niggas don’t make it where I’m from
Niggas don’t make it where I’m from
Naw
Niggas don’t want you at the top
Niggas just waiting on you to drop off
Niggas don’t want to see you shine
Niggas waiting on their time
on
Niggas don’t want to see you Tom
They just wanna see you Jared golf
You winning
You winning
They all in their mentions
They telling you they love your songs
But y’all from the trenches
Y’all in the same kitchen
Could you put a real nigga on
I find that shit crazy
Cause when you need niggas
They never play none of your songs
But you fake as fuck
When you level up
Forget where you came from
Dealing with demons
They plotting
They scheming
I’m fighting survival remorse
I told them to follow me
But they left the train
I gave them a choice
I gave you the key
It’s not up to me
For your hand to open the door
So from here on out
I stand big and proud
Bitch I done made it out the mud

Written by:
Rashid Denson

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