Testo Out the Mud - Rimzee
Testo della canzone Out the Mud (Rimzee), tratta dall'album The Archives Deluxe
Yeah
Came up out the mud, they want try me back 'ed
When you're from the slums and it's more than trappin'
Brudda be done if I was only rappin'
Take it out of curse, then I broke the patty
Everything I done, man, I done in fashion
If he were for love, he was purely passion
Now they hate me bad, but they love the badness
Brudda, where I'm from, it's snakes and ladders
Last of a dying breed
Yo
Uh
Every morning sending texts, fiends gotta get the message
I'm doing yoga on the buj, the way I've got it stretching
Grinding like slow jams
Chasing girls get you no bands
I ain't on the block
I come bigger than the program
More trainers than Reebok
Trap boy, they know my ethos
Coke in the jar
This ain't Seamoss
Hundred thousand on one cooker
I'm a gun buster and a drug pusher
But I need M's like my brother Muller
Master P, No Limit
When I got the phones ringing
Bougie nigga, but I came from low living
V12 engine, spent fifty on a pendant
I don't shed tears unless it's Denim
Uh
Yo
I hit fiends, man, I don't know about hit records
Counting fifty in my bedroom, I remember cooking in a kettle
I got more hard food than Tickle Me
My name in the streets, Akhi, I be the industry
Came up out the mud, they want try me back 'ed
When you're from the slums and it's more than trappin'
Brudda be done if I was only rappin'
Take it out of curse, then I broke the patty
Everything I done, man, I done in fashion
If he were for love, it was purely passion
Now they hate me bad, but they love the badness
Brudda, where I'm from, it's snakes and ladders
Last of a dying breed
Yo
Uh
My dark peng ain't a Miss Banks
Chuck the brick in my flick nank
I got more keys than Beenie Man
Fifty for the wristwatch, courtesy of Big Rocks
When I say we live, I ain't talking about no TikTok
All this water made the holes in it
Brizzy came out so solid, only with a rose in it
I really had the stove rockin' in the trap
I gave all of me
Two hundred plus in jewelry
They ain't got enough bread to go to war with me
I'm on paper like an exam
My runner whip the work with his left hand
I ain't relying on no next man
They used to give me EMA
I've got hustling in my DNA
Me and Dean made that line do three a day
F a press run, I'm mixing dirty with F1
Lost sticks, fought next ones
LV spills
Thousand pound mills
If I didn't talk money, blame the grills
Came up out the mud, they want try me back 'ed
When you're from the slums and it's more than trappin'
Brudda be done if I was only rappin'
Take it out of curse, then I broke the patty
Everything I done, man, I done in fashion
If he were for love, it was purely passion
Now they hate me bad, but they love the badness
Brudda, where I'm from, it's snakes and ladders
Last of a dying breed
Credits
Writer(s): Rhys Harley, Ricardo Miles Fuller, Roddy Mcauley, Ari Najim, Salih Kaya
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