The Mud

(album: Meet Me Where The River Turns Grey - 2016)

[Jeff Mack$:]
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 living life till I'm dead
Pop the Xan, can't get out the bed
It's a cemetery underneath my shed
Pacing back and forth and I'm twitching
Staring at the moon, something missing
Roll the swisha up then I'm kissing
Thinking 'bout the past and what's missing

[ShyTripThaGhost:]
Low life cracker with a cocaine flow
Back on the block serving 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 Booming out the hood where the bitch can tell a lie
But I'm riddled like a book
Straight leaving 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
Talking shit about some shit that you don't even know about

[Jeff Mack$:]
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

[Dretti Franks:]
This the motherfucking game I chose
Ay, bitch I'm try'na keep my wrist froze aye
Rolex wrist working bitch I'm throwed ayy
With the pots and pans bitch I'm cold aye
In the kitchen on the motherfucking stove ayy
Whipping up them beats, bitch stay throwed ay
Like Pimp C got a pocket full of stones aye
Coming down gripping on the chrome ayy

[RAMIREZ:]
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 leaving nigga in bruises
Heartbeats turn to flat lines
Fucking with the clique then I gotta pull your spine
Ganking any sucka cause I gotta get mine
Fucking with the wrong then you gotta pay a fine
Fucking with the killer you end up a ghost
You don't even know
Voice in my head telling me kill some more
Aim at his throat
Lurking through the shadows with these blades
Fucking 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