straight up out the cut , all mud no grass,
They gon stab first chance if you turn yo back. Cops movin rocks tryna block our path.
But we been movin rocks they gon make me spazz.
Money been a foreign object, I'm barely able to survive, but the tracks in my head got me out here on the grind , addicted to so many drugs my doctor lost his mind. On the tracks is where I stay I'm tryna get it world wide.
straight up out the cut , all mud no grass,
They gon stab first chance if you turn yo back. Cops movin rocks tryna block our path.
But we been movin rocks they gon make me spazz.