Muddy

Aye Ha ha ha Oh man Shout out Reasy Beats for this beat, man This shit is crazy They just mad that I’m comin’ up and I’m leavin’ ‘em all behind (Aye) It’s prime grind time and I’m tired of the way you whine (Grind) I’mma put your ass in time out Like a toddler when he’s actin’ out (Yuh) If you try to cry, I’ll put that pacifier back in your mouth (Wooh) Compared to the rest of the game, I’m a don but not no god If you think you can win the race You better go fast like Ramadan It’s poppin’ off like a starting pistol You better not get in the way (Nope) You’re disqualified from the game But it was fun while you could play (Bye bye) Now on some real shit, let’s talk about just why I’m here (Huh?) This ain’t about the money or tryna flush out my career (It’s not?) I do this ‘cause I love it man (Ahh) I feel like it’s my calling card (Yuh) Rapping saved my life and now I’m evolvin’ into an avant-garde (Aye) But like a Pokémon using Cotton Guard My defenses are raised (High) I’m insecure and anxious now what seems like every day My smilies and metaphors act like a sword and shield (Sword) Protectin’ me from danger while I go in for the kill Lately I been feelin’ muddy like a pole stuck in the ground Pound all my insecurities out of my crown Sound like a megaphone, I’m headed home to set the fuckin’ tone Grown from the mud like I just pulled out a spud Lately I been feelin’ muddy like a pole stuck in the ground I told you all to leave me alone and not to make a sound Crowned the king of the rap shit, so backflip Into your fuckin’ hole with yo wack shit, I’ve had it How you rippin’ off the greats but you ain’t ever heard of 2Pac? (Huh?) These two shots are goin’ to your head like some Ciroc (Ciroc) My flows are goin’ over your head just like the skyline A light sigh is all it takes to get me out the pipeline I’m dripped out So I be stayin’ flyer than a pilot (Drip) Your rap sheet just a scribble like you writin’ with a stylus (Uh huh) I’m not impressed with your rhymes In fact your schemes are all wack (Get out) The crown is now upon my head So bring the beat back (Bring it!) Like the mafia, you may have got in But you ain’t gettin’ out (Nope) The flames are diabolical Straight from the devil’s mouth (Devil) I don’t drip too hard, I got just enough sauce (Sauce) To burn your ass to smithereens if you keep tryna look hard (Look) I’m tired of the philosophy of “fake it ‘till you make it” (Tired of it) These labels make an image of you to maximize the payment (Image) But I ain’t down to try ride like that, I’m stayin’ true to myself (Nope) I’ll make my own image, one that’s genuine and felt (Aye) Lately I been feelin’ muddy like a pole stuck in the ground (Yuh) Pound all my insecurities out of my crown Sound like a megaphone, I’m headed home to set the fuckin’ tone (Yuh) Grown from the mud like I just pulled out a spud (Aye) Lately I been feelin’ muddy like a pole stuck in the ground (Muddy) I told you all to leave me alone and not to make a sound (Shh) Crowned the king of the rap shit, so backflip Into your fuckin’ hole with yo wack shit, I’ve had it (Had it) Lately I been feelin’ muddy like a pole stuck in the ground Pound all my insecurities out of my crown Sound like a megaphone, I’m headed home to set the fuckin’ tone Grown from the mud like I just pulled out a spud Lately I been feelin’ muddy like a pole stuck in the ground I told you all to leave me alone and not to make a sound Crowned the king of the rap shit, so backflip Into your fuckin’ hole with yo wack shit, I’ve had it Aye aye Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy Muddy, muddy, muddy, woah Muddy, muddy, muddy, woah