You cannot get it out the mud without getting dirty, my ****

Youngin ain't even 20 clutching that 40 with that 30, my ****

Off the perk tryna ease the pain, off a stick walking in the rain He gone grab the stick when it's time to bang Fuck who you with Bitch gang, gang, gang,

I emerged from the crack and smoke, bumping TM-101

17 with an 8, ball, tryna get off every crumb

Tryna turn it to a loaf,

I was grinding, you was just a loaf

Switch my products, same hustle, fuck ****, adios, cause I'm taking off

Learn to hustle, fucking with that work, and about that work, I ain't taking off

Fuck what you sold in, when you off, most you **** soft

And I don't need fake love, cause that shit cost

Fake love, getting **** whack, man, these **** lost

I was in the nap for real, for real,

I was in the trap for real, for real

I was dodging all them booby traps,

**** like that lil' **** Ill

I don't need a deal, cause I am the deal,

come shop now, you might get a deal

I went to Hollywood, I ain't go Hollywood,

I pop up in the hood still

Cause I emerged from the gun smoke,

Move quickly on my feet

And you know it's strictly for the streets,

As long as Swifty on the beat

I don't look up, I just cook up, you gotta grind hard, that's how you make it

Out that mud for real, that 317, free Pretty Ugly, Free Major Davis, yeah

I done mud for real, that 317, free Pretty Ugly Free major Davis, yeah

I done mud for real, that's how I do it, free lil' Dre, free Dbo Dumes, yeah

My young **** walk around with a 40 with a 30 in it He ain't even 20 shootouts, he been in plenty

He ain't rapping, he just wait for it to happen, he just living

Fast life switching lanes, see the vision, close capture

You can read between the lines, living conscious, but we rotting

Cause we know the consequences, end up dead or in prison

What they tell us, we don't listen

Cause they broke, I'm getting bread, bust their hands and water, whip it

Want them new J's, jump shot, not miss it

Shooters on deck, Steve curse, Scottie Pippen

Shot him in the neck cause he start said tripping

Fuck him, we don't love him, none of us gon' miss him

Another RIP shirt, more money for the morgue

More money for the dirt, more money for the church

Everybody getting money, but what's all that worth

A couple racks to get a couple **** murked