I was raised in the mud, no love, just pain,
Seen my mama cry, seen my daddy fade away,
Grew up with the wolves, had to fight every day,
Ain’t no sunshine when you livin’ in the rain.
Tires on gravel, but my mind in a cage,
Heart full of hurt, but I hide it with rage,
Glock in the glove, Bible under my seat,
Tryna find peace, but the war’s in me.
Woke up cold, house heat got cut,
Had to steal food, man, the rent went up,
Daddy hit the bottle, Mama worked two shifts,
I was out breakin’ rules just to see if I exist.
Police kicked the door, put a gun to my face,
I was only 15, wrong time, wrong place,
Judge gave me time, said I’d end up dead,
Told him “Hell, I been dead, just a body with legs.
I was raised in the mud, no love, just pain,
Seen my mama cry, seen my daddy fade away,
Grew up with the wolves, had to fight every day,
Ain’t no sunshine when you livin’ in the rain.
Tires on gravel, but my mind in a cage,
Heart full of hurt, but I hide it with rage,
Glock in the glove, Bible under my seat,
Tryna find peace, but the war’s in me.
Ayy, I was down bad, no food, just stress,
No lights, no gas, just a dream and a mess,
Had to rob just to eat, had to fight for respect,
Had a heart full of hope, now it’s scars in my chest.
Told my homie "Stay safe," he ain’t make it back,
Put his name in my song, put his face in my tat,
They say life goes on, but I still feel stuck,
Tried prayin’ to God, but He don’t say much.
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Boy, I been through it all, I ain’t scared of the fall,
If I die tonight, tell ‘em break down the wall,
Tell ‘em love while they here, tell ‘em fight through the storm,
‘Cause the pain don’t fade, it just takes a new form.
Mud on my boots, big stick on my waist,
Holler at a hater, tell ‘em stay up out my face,
Trucks on lift, got the beam on sight,
If he talk too slick, send his ass goodnight.
Spin round twice, big chop, no safety,
Plug hit my line, say the pack touchdown safely,
Backroad steppin’, but the gang move militant,
Hollow tips hot, make a opp move diligent.
Came up dirty like the mud in my tires,
Had to hustle hard, made a flip like a fryer,
I was in the sticks, but my dawgs in the city,
They be yellin’ "Skrrt!" when they ride with the blicky.
No cap, I ain"t Hollywood, still pop shit,
Red dot lockin’, if he move, get his top hit,
12 in the rear, so we slide through the backroads,
Double cup sippin’, still strapped with a black pole.
Ayy, two-tone Glock, call it yin and yang,
If he reach for my chain, put a hole in his brain,
Country boy steppin’, I ain’t worried ‘bout a thing,
Had to get it out the mud, now the whole team paid.
Trenches with it,
SoviSilentHyena
