Through The Mud

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)

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!)

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)

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)

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)