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Out The Mud

by Really Rich Records

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Straight out the mud, bitch, i came from the gutter Got so much love for all my niggas, all we got is each other I told my mama : "Don't worry, all you do is pray for me" Forever thuggin, word to you, these niggas play i'ma bust it I heard these niggas trying to get to my money Death at the corner, i ain't scared, got me feeling like "fuck it" I put a cross over my head, and tell my brothers i love 'em The same day i end up dead i just want you to spin for me Hunnid thousand on my bitch, i still don't feel that she love me When we first met we stеp together, now you say you don't trust me I ain't gon tеll you that ain't hurt, so i'ma tell you is touching Let a nigga snatch my chain, and that's when shit gon get ugly Get on my knees and i pray, i live my life like a muslim We get in shootouts everyday, can't say that shit, that ain't nothing And i, i just wanna squash that shit with my brothers And i, i just wanna show my sons that i love 'em I'm steady counting up that money, and that's all day I hit a nigga up like Meechy, and that's all way When you call me girl i'm coming, i'll be on my way Now i feel it's safe to say That i, kept it real, stay down from the start And i, ain't never listen, i just fell all my heart And i, dropped a bag when they say they want war Why? I wonder why these niggas can't play they part This for my son, fuck the fame, bitch, my heart in the streets I shoot this bitch in front police, a nigga run up on me They say they looking, they ain't looking, 'cause they know where i be Before i hit a nigga block, grandmother watch over me "Fuck Youngboy and what he said, shoot that nigga in his head" Nigga know how we play, white t-shirt we leave it red Stand on it when i say, nothing but murder where i stay You want smoke then nigga say it, one of us gon end up dead Young nigga with a lot of money, plus a lot of bodies They steady rappin about killing, i know they ain't 'bout it We gettin it in, 10 of 10, bitch we never stoppin A nigga get up out his body, no question, we pop him I said : "I'm ready for to die, can happen any minute" Before my body drop, i left my children a half of million It ain't no love in the streets, i pray to Lord my soul to keep Straight out the mud, bitch, i came from the gutter Got so much love for all my niggas, all we got is each other I told my mama : "Don't worry, all you do is pray for me" Forever thuggin, word to you, these niggas play i'ma bust it I heard these niggas trying to get to my money Death at the corner, i ain't scared, got me feeling like "fuck it" I put a cross over my head, and tell my brothers i love 'em The same day i end up dead i just want you to spin for me

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