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Lyrics
[Intro]
Crawled out the dirt like (yeah)
Blood on my shirt, I earned that
They laughed at the grind, I heard that
Now they all quiet when I turn back (shh)
[Verse 1]
Caked up shoes, I was knee-deep
Rain in my hood like it bleed streets
Mama said “pray, but you still eat”
So I hit that block till my bones weak
Phone on black, had to ghost friends
Clouds in my chest, I had no wind
Sleep on the floor, cold close in
Now I got the keys, make the door bend (hey!)
[Chorus]
I was making it through the mud
Stains on my name, on my hands, on my blood
Now I’m stepping in clean, but I remember the flood
Every move that I make still smell like the mud
Yeah, I’m making it through the mud
Turned all that hate into hunger and love
If they ever forget where I’m coming from, uh
Point at my scars, say “I came from the mud” (came from the mud)
[Verse 2]
Still see rain on the cracked glass
Still hear pops from my past crash
Still see bros that ain’t last, man
Faces in dreams like a flashbang
Crew stayed tight when the plate thin
Shared one meal, put the faith in
Now it’s big talks in a great crib
Same old soul, just a straight win (woo)
[Chorus]
I was making it through the mud
Stains on my name, on my hands, on my blood
Now I’m stepping in clean, but I remember the flood
Every move that I make still smell like the mud
Yeah, I’m making it through the mud
Turned all that hate into hunger and love
If they ever forget where I’m coming from, uh
Point at my scars, say “I came from the mud” (yeah, from the mud)
Details
GeneratedFeb 11, 2026
Duration1:57
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Aggressive trap beat with dark, detuned bells and fat 808 glide, male vocals. Verse rides a laid-back menace, hi-hats skittering and claps snapping close. Hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and wide stereo ad-libs. Sub bass hits like gut punches; occasional filter sweeps and drops to highlight key lines, keeping energy climbing across the track.
Credits
Prompt byIndieNoise590
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Making in through the mud. Trap song
