Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Came up where the cracks talk
Sleep on a floor, then I walk tall
Fake love smile, but the eyes off
Shake my hand, then they try stall
I seen them switch like a bad coin
Talk big cash, but the bag void
I was down bad, had a last choice
Now I move cold with a mad poise
[Pre-Chorus]
Ain't nobody feed me
Had to learn the hard way
Ain't nobody free me
I built mine brick-by-brick
When they see the shine now
They want a piece of it
I keep my mind down
'Cause this world don't care
[Chorus]
Out the mud, I came up
Out the mud, I came up
Fake friends can't stay close
They fold fast, then they break trust
Out the mud, I came up
Out the mud, I came up
Gotta chase that paper
In a dog-eat-dog world
[Verse 2]
Trifling hoes, same script
Sweet talk, then the angle shift
Want the cash with the car keys
Want the bag, not the hard week
I don't beg, I don't plead
I just grind till my palms bleed
Every night was a cold scene
Every loss made a whole me
Now I read through the fakes quick
See the hate in a fake grin
They get loud when the bank hit
Then disappear when the rain hits
[Pre-Chorus]
Ain't nobody feed me
Had to learn the hard way
Ain't nobody free me
I built mine brick-by-brick
When they see the shine now
They want a piece of it
I keep my mind down
'Cause this world don't care
[Chorus]
Out the mud, I came up
Out the mud, I came up
Fake friends can't stay close
They fold fast, then they break trust
Out the mud, I came up
Out the mud, I came up
Gotta chase that paper
In a dog-eat-dog world
[Bridge]
If I fall, I get up
If I bleed, I don't fold
Every scar got a story
Every loss made me cold
I don't trust what they promise
I trust cash and my grind
If the table don't feed me
I'll survive on my time
[Chorus]
Out the mud, I came up
Out the mud, I came up
Fake friends can't stay close
They fold fast, then they break trust
Out the mud, I came up
Out the mud, I came up
Gotta chase that paper
In a dog-eat-dog world
Details
GeneratedJul 10, 2026
Duration3:12
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark trap with jazz-tinged piano stabs, brushed snare ghosts, and sliding sub-bass over a half-time bounce; verse rides tense and sparse, pre-chorus tightens with chopped horn swells, chorus hits with blunt chant hooks and doubled ad-libs. Vocal stays close-mic and gritty, with whispered sidebars, layered hook doubles, and a few delay throws on key words. Ear candy comes from brushed drum swishes, muted trumpet flickers, and vinyl crackle into transitions. Mix is grimy, punchy, and low-lit with a smoky club sheen., rap, jazz, world, fake
Credits
Prompt byMarcusMcGrew357
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A dark song about getting it out the mud, dealing with fake ass friends, trifling hoes and struggling to get that paper in a dog eat dog world, rap, trap, jazz
