Letras
Yeah, mud
(TheBeatbreaker) yeah, mud
Mud, mud, mud, yeah
Yeah, I can't keep my hands no clean
What is you complainin' for?
After we come sow your seeds
That's what we've been trainin' for, that mud mud
Mud mud, yeah, life of the love comes out your blood
Plant your seed then grow your trees
Blood bought, mud blood, it's all good
Muckin' up my ear with these hoods
Work your magic, eat good, yeah
Watch me push your rows, your tree
Right up through that concrete
Watch the sidewalk buckle, rumble, crumble right below your feet
Mud, that's where we comin' from
Mud, that's where we turn into that dirty, ugly, forty
Buddy what you think that bared your roots?
That mud mud, don't just spin your wheels my G
Bеcause you gon' get stuck stuck
Remеmber where you come from
We from the mud
Mud, mud, mud
Yeah, yeah
Bring your blind, your sick, your hurt
Watch me mix that spit with dirt
Tell that cop to gather 'round
Yo, simmer down and watch me work
Momma said he born that way
Never seen the night or day
Never seen the sun, moon, stars, trees or anything
Cash money, hand rub in between a little mud
'Bout to touch you, no surprise
'Bout to put this in your eyes
Tell me now, what you see?
Men walkin' around here lookin' like trees
Touch again, what you see?
Face of God lookin' at me
Humble, back up from the mud, all of y'all been judgin' me
Definition irony, the same mud healed me
Same mud healed me
Mud in the hand of God done healed me
Yeah, yeah, got it out the mud mud (mud)
They was movin' drugs (drugs)
It's a lotta southern niggas that carry slugs (mud)
I been gettin' a little hate from the Karen club (mud, haha)
They try to cripple a young man, I got it back in blood (for real)