Lyrics

We gon' be alright Sip it out the bottle Blossom from the struggle Water & some light it's keep me right All about the mud leaning off the mud I just found my peace take it back in blood And I told you bout all of them times Told the truth in like every rhyme So you know bout the dimes You should of the lime we been serving ahead of our prime Like let me get back to lines We can switch to all my hoes Often change like the weather & flow Mama bet on your seed Ain't no better then me Not some shit that I think girl I know Swore I spoke on this shit all before Wait How I walked in that bih in on sum activist tip Roll a zip as leave out the door From the city the 3 & 4 You don't gotta be scared You don't gotta be scared I'm the man in my city fosho And I know some might have said this before Sip it out the bottle Blossom from the struggle Water & some light it's keep me right All about the mud leaning off the mud I just found my peace take it back in blood Life's a bitch I come and pat her head Tryna chase my dreams I chase these rats instead They getting to da chedda' Call it "a bag" to make your life betta Want the maximum For their minimum They selling dreams to whoever Made it out the mud At times it felt like quick sand No one there to hold my hand Till life showed me wassup Can't blame Say okay Get through the rain To make it out the mud Made it out the mud Make it out the mud Make it out the mud Made it out the mud When shit get muddy Easy to follow Follow the footsteps Hop in my auto it change my motives Summer I'll be the coldest Winter can be the hottest dependent on how you move Attitude Altitude Mud in blood in my shoes Aye fuck a octagon Never will I stop Got to go get it Get it until it's got Learning from all my wins And all my losses too I often do My verses give you clues and then my verse concludes Gone
Writer(s): Clifford Owens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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