Out the Mud - $tupid Young, Momo, Mr.Capone-E

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Bitch I come from nothing but I turned it into some

Young

Bitch I come from nothing but I turned it into some

Surrounded by some real hitters I ain’t ever run (I ain’t run)

I’m just really trying to get my brothers out the block

What you know about a rose that grew from concrete rock

Ayy, I done made it out the mud, I done made it out the mud

I done made it out the mud, I done made it out the mud (Ayy)

Black and white paperwork nigga you don’t talk

Givenchy sweater on me cause these diamonds got me cold

Glock .23 jump, man he think he 'bout

Bitch I’m something like these racks in my pocket I don’t fold

Where you from?

So what, nigga I could care less

Couple homies told on the hood I feel embarrassed

Twenty four karats on me, look how I wear it

Extensions with these shells, nigga guaranteed I share it

Why these niggas always out here trynna act, cuh

With them poles we gon smoke them like a motherfucking Backwood

I was broke til the homie put me on a fat jug

Bitch I stack hunnids, stack fifties and I stack dubs

Feel like yesterday when I was riding in the Hooptie

Now I am in the Benz backseat full of groupies

Strapped with the UZI like we’re playing Call of Duty

Fake niggas wanna kill me real niggas gon' salute me

Bitch I come from nothing but I turned it into some

Surrounded by some real hitters I ain’t ever run (I ain’t run)

I’m just really trying to get my brothers out the block

What you know about a rose that grew from concrete rock

Ayy, I done made it out the mud, I done made it out the mud

I done made it out the mud, I done made it out the mud (Ayy, ayy)

Raised by the streets staying away from the coppers

K-9 units and the helicopters

Ghetto bird, I’m in blue like a Dodger

Calling plays like I was Dave Roberts

Watching for the opps ninja I straight came up

Rose Gold on my neck, wrist game it’s a

Royalty chicks and I’m never living basic

Seen a lot of hating from the homies I’m embarrassed (Embarrassed)

Staying on the grind no time for the whining

Ten does never fold gotta stay shining

Grinding from the trap now I’m chilling on the island

Got me a driver so there’s no more driving (Ayy)

Rolls Royce and the G-wag, I remember mobbing in the '84 Caravan

It’s who I am Hood Star like Nipsey, Rest in Peace so I gotta stay with the

Glizzy (Capone)

Bitch I come from nothing but I turned it into some

Surrounded by some real hitters I ain’t ever run (I ain’t run)

I’m just really trying to get my brothers out the block

What you know about a rose that grew from concrete rock

Ayy, I done made it out the mud, I done made it out the mud

I done made it out the mud, I done made it out the mud