The Mud (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus: Jeff Mack$]
b*tch I'm from the mud
Come around here it ain't no love
Just some shady n*ggas with some drugs
I can see, I can see, I can see, I can see
The truth but you won't belive what I know
I can't f*ck around like before
Get up out my way I'm on the go
I can’t balance all these highs and lows
Play your mane, this the game I chose

[Verse 1: Jeff Mack$]
Voices in my head, I'm seeing red
I'm just livin' life till I'm dead
Pop the Xan, can't get out the bed
It's a cemetery underneath my shed
Pacin' back and forth and I'm twitchin'
Starin' at the moon, something missin'
Roll the swisha up then I'm kissin'
Thinking 'bout the past and what's missin'

[Verse 2: ShyTripThaGhost]
Low life cracker with a cocaine flow
Back on the block servin' lean, yeen know
I got 'em for the low
You try'na get some more, let me know
Got the plug speed dial in my phone
Metro Boomin' out the hood where the b*tch can tell a lie
But I'm riddled like a book
Straight leavin' like Suge
[?]
Jumped out the mud b*tch, what's up?
Bombay Gin and then the lean up in my cup
I need to slow down, get my mind straight hold up
Been out in Houston [?]
Man goddamn I done broke them boys off
On some sh*t you ain't familiar with, throw it from the South
Watch your mouth, cut it out 'fore I have to gut it out
Talkin' sh*t about some sh*t that you don't even know about
[Chorus: Jeff Mack$]
b*tch I'm from the mud
Come around here it ain't no love
Just some shady n*ggas with some drugs
I can see, I can see, I can see, I can see
The truth but you won't belive what I know
I can't f*ck around like before
Get up out my way I'm on the go
I can’t balance all these highs and lows
Play your mane, this the game I chose

[Verse 3: Dretti Franks]
This the motherf*ckin' game I chose
Ay, b*tch I'm try'na keep my wrist froze aye
Rolex wrist workin' b*tch I'm throwed ayy
With the pots and pans b*tch I'm cold aye
In the kitchen on the motherf*ckin' stove ayy
Whippin' up them beats, b*tch stay throwed ay
Like Pimp C got a pocket full of stones aye
Comin' down grippin' on the chrome ayy

[Verse 4: RAMIREZ]
The Glock 45 with the [?]
Cold blooded motherf*ckers, don't even try us
G.O.D.S and we ruthless, we leave em toothless
47 ways of leavin' n*gga in bruises
Heartbeats turn to flat lines
f*ckin' with the clique then I gotta pull your spine
Gankin' any sucka cause I gotta get mine
f*ckin' with the wrong then you gotta pay a fine
f*ckin' with the killer you end up a ghost
You don't even know
Voice in my head tellin' me kill some more
Aim at his throat
Lurkin' through the shadows with these blades
f*ckin' with the clique then you got a price to pay
Walk into the cemetery, take my own life away
Don't give a f*ck to begin to pray
[Outro: RAMIREZ]
Dear God as I walk through the valleys of the shadow of death I will fear no evil
For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me and I am no longer fearing
Dear God as I walk through the valleys of the shadow of death I will fear no evil
For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me and I am no longer fearing
Dear God as I walk through the valleys of the shadow of death I will fear no evil
For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me and I am no longer fearing
Dear God, dear God, dear God
Look into my eyes