Out The Mud (feat. Ju$$-B & E-Class)
Lashawn Freeman
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You never can break me, I make the rules I came in this game winning, don't play to lose I'm calling my shots, swish, I'm in the mood I'm keeping my hopes up, this game a choose So what would you do Look, I'ma get it out the mud, I'ma get it out the mud, you know Making my shots swish I'm in the mood In the mirror preparing all my winner interviews Bob Proctor quotes my mental interludes As far as having Rap credit nigga I been approved Pushing my drive like 10 - 2, yet I'm steering the wheel at 12 Need my weight to tip the scales, if rap failed Ill accelerate my passion in a different coop No U-Turning to 9-5 cuz I got shit ta do I need this shit ta move Grinding so hard, I live wit Scarred knuckles They say that things comes to those who wait But only left over scraps, by hungry niggas wit large hustle So many reps with the bars I call my American car, muscle I still get thru it when the road is rough When u been knocked to the bottom the only other way to go is up I coulda knot the strings on one of my ThreadBeast hoodies, but y'all ain't cold enough Yeah that's right, I quoted Lux Still y'all niggas know wassup The style tighter than a finger four leg lock and Big Melvin throater clutch No holding up I'm energized enough to make a ton of Lamborghini moves without a Fogers cup Nose candy off the blade passing with these shoulder bumps Tell 'em make way, and get familiar like where I know him from This ain't a phase, I been this way since I been growing up Spending my days making new goals and checking old ones, focus up You never can break me, I make the rules I came in this game winning, don't play to lose I'm calling my shots, switch, I'm in the mood I'm keeping my hopes up, this game a choose So what would you do Look, I'ma get it out the mud, I'ma get it out the mud, you know Look, I'ma get it out the mud, I'ma get it in the mud, you know Came in this game to win, don't play to lose Over my competition, dunking like Penderhughes Black mamba quotes my mental interludes That might explain all them awards in my living room Force of my will, til I up and pop the inner tubes Keep on hooky for grinding purposes, I don't care if it's looking cute Pray you receive this track as motivation It's for that third string guard, while in the practice, the frequent and coaches rotation Control your greatness I can't relate to lazy niggas, we don't speak the same language Keep a surveillance on who you hang with Keep it a stack, most niggas with me now, ain't all of the niggas that I came with I really had to change shit Like what's LeShawn, why the name switch Cause I'm not from Cali and I don't f*ck with all that fame shit Rather build my wealth and maintain, I got my middle name Freeman, to let you know you can't imprison me with your chains, you heard Back to the hustle man, Tracy Morgan, wedding planning Ducking the scams and niggas mentally under managed Pray and envision how to up my standards Then went and got it, y'all niggas dream about it And then go make a sandwich, that's lackluster bro, we ain't the same I'm in this bitch to change the game, you a bench woman, stat stuff up Relax brother, occupy your lane Apply my efforts with confidence of a lot to gain, LaShawn We got it out the mud like we gardening Harvesting, blossom, awesome Now I get all of my flowers from the audience Ran so many laps around these rappers that my job is written Never shaky when we ride, we can park and shit Then I peel like a pharmacist We bust moves, our afterthought is the consequence Funny how the struggle built my confidence Ain't have a dollar and felt marvelous So when I got it, I stay modest Bought the forward to the projects, most my bros don't got a check That's the closest they gon' get to a broader shit Parole got him in the chokehold Been trying to be a stunner but I swear that life's stone cold Stacked down the white tee on, with the phone pro Been on the road for weeks, bag chasing, I should phone home Dreaming of my future, hope my goals gold Never thought I'd make it, I just had Mike Visions like my bro Jones Grew around product pushes, packaging cocoa Hillary Banks, I'm talking white girl, that Hillary Swank I promise Boog, I'm a rapper till a mill in the bank It's on E, I'ma fill up the tank It's on me, I'ma pick up the big I'm Wayne Perry going in for the kill This that feeling for real The feeling of a lyricist spilling deliverance skill Like a whisper from Jack Frost, nigga I be giving him chill Its class
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