
Out The Mud Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2025
Lyrics
Coming from the trenches, we were hopping over fences
From the same niggas, can't tell you who my friends is
Lot of niggas switch sides, that's where I end it
Can't trust a capping nigga, he gon' stab you till you're dead
Talking to the feds,
They say they keep it real, but still talking to the feds
Once a nigga fold, can't trust anything he said
Don't try to play emotional, my heart never cared
Me, Jared, Andre, we all grow up in apartments
Little nigga, big future, grind for what we all dreamt
Mother working two jobs, trying to pay her own rent
I started tinting car, then to rapping, was trying to help
2023 set me back with all the money spent
Mother don't know where the money gone, but I know where it went
If you knew the reason, you would understand why I vent
Account went so low, I couldn't even say I had a cent
Niggas count me out, they said they had some doubt
They said it's not for everybody, look at me now
They tried to knock me off my grind, I stayed up on my route
Pay attention to the words that come out of their mouth
I only chase the bag, trying to get up out the mud
I was broke bad, had to make a money run
Ain't got no time for beef, I'm just trying to have fun
Almost stained my future, all the shit that I done
Coming from the trenches, we were hopping over fences
From the same niggas, can't tell you who my friends is
Lot of niggas switch sides, that's where I end it
Can't trust a capping nigga, he gon' stab you till you're dead
Talking to the feds,
They say they keep it real, but still talking to the feds
Once a nigga fold, can't trust anything he said
Don't try to play emotional, my heart never cared
My heart never cared,
All the tears we shed, Constant near deaths,
What did we expect, not to see our brothers dead
Had to switch up how we move so we could stack up on the bread
Grinding hard for the hard times till we pass the test
Only one way up, cause we not moving like the rest
Humble youth nigga, never said that I'm the best
Let them hate from a distance, ain't no power behind text
But one day we gon' make it out the islands on the jets
When we on the private jets, you know we living blessed
Grateful in advance, I could see the future tense
Whole team eating when the music bring in checks
YBD forever, put it on for the set