Out the Mud (Chiraq Baby)

Intro]

Aye…

Real Westside, Southside, what up?

RIP the guys…

We just tryna make it out the trenches, feel me?

Out the mud, I was raised in that rack, where it’s cold

Glock tuck, can’t lack, on the 9 where they fold

Shorties wild, they be tweakin’ off the X or the dope

Ain’t no love in Chiraq, we just tryna make it home

Born in the warzone, raised by the block

Seen a opp catch a headshot, brain on the rock

Fiends on the ave, and the Jakes on the clock

If it ain’t about a bag, then I’m back to the spot

Twelve hit the cut, had to stash in the bush

Bro got booked, he was juggin’ off the kush

Mama say pray, but the streets got a pull

You either hoop, trap, or you ride with a tool

Pipe on my hip, can’t die no dummy

Still servin’ clucks, tryna flip that money

On King Drive, where it ain’t too sunny

Whole city hurt, but the clip hold twenty

Out the mud, I was raised in that rack, where it’s cold

Glock tuck, can’t lack, on the 9 where they fold

Shorties wild, they be tweakin’ off the X or the dope

Ain’t no love in Chiraq, we just tryna make it home

Ain’t no peace, everybody got a pole

Seen a buddy turn snake for a lil’ bankroll

Folks nem gone, left pain in my soul

But I still throw the set, can’t fold, on bro

Smokin’ za to the face, pourin’ drank for the stress

Lost too many of the guys, now my heart beat less

Put a beam on the Glock, we don’t aim at vests

If you ain’t from the hood, don’t speak on the West

Had dreams of a Lambo, but I’m duckin’ the narcs

Still trappin’ by the store when it’s way past dark

I ain’t ask for this life, but I play my part

Tryna make it out the trap, but it tear you apart

Out the mud, I was raised in that rack, where it’s cold

Glock tuck, can’t lack, on the 9 where they fold

Shorties wild, they be tweakin’ off the X or the dope

Ain’t no love in Chiraq, we just tryna make it home

Free the real…

Rest up to the fallen

Keep your pole close

One way in… ain’t always one way out