Out the Mud

That street livin ain't no livin at all Gotta get it out the mud it gave me reason to ball I stay focused on that paper stackin money real tall Never trippin off no haters bigger visions than y'all Often sip and get my mind right Knowin what my vibes like Now I keep on prayin know one day I'll see the lime light Gifted cuz I'm rhyme tight Visions of it all night From posted on the block with the losers to the high life Now what you know about them street life Gs Nine of every ten end up dead or dope fiends Turn to OGz if they make it out the streets Still I know it's hard to see how they live off OEs Hard to get a job as convict it's a trap Only thing they got to offer prison time and smoked sacs Use to tote that, now they broke and won't last Lord knows they won't pass, but I pray they grow stacks Raised up on the block seen it all in first hand Speaking on the truth half of y'all won't understand But tell me if you saw this as a kid would you go mad Cuz I done seen some friends turn to fiends in cold land Trynna be a man but it's hard w no pops Only people I looked up to were the ones that smoked rocks Now I'm trapped and faded Money cultivated Gotta find a way, but it ain't easy off the pavement That street livin ain't no livin at all Gotta get it out the mud it gave me reason to ball I stay focused on that paper stackin money real tall Never trippin off no haters bigger visions than y'all Often sip and get my mind right Knowin what my vibes like Now I keep on prayin know one day I'll see the lime light Gifted cuz I'm rhyme tight Visions of it all night From posted on the block with the losers to the high life See I ain't dissin aint shady This the shit that has raised me Built me to me, I thank this shit on the daily Drugs goin crazy Thugs leavin babies Gs up on the block who still be flashin that paisley Screamin f*ck the slow lane Rollin snortin coccaine Totin on that pistol, blow the whistle, let it go mane Tell me what you know about the truth that I have spoken, Cuz plenty don't know nothin, still they say I'm self provoking Shit I ain't wasting no time again I'm just trynna get mine up in I stay focused need that money like the body need vitamins I been slidin then slide again They still hidin from viruses I was born to be a legend make it out w entitlements Shit, so tell me who's stoppin me Cuz these streets raised a prodigy I keep standin off the pavement everytime somethins droppin me Yo these streets showed terror I don't fold under pressure Swear I seen the darkest points now I just work to get better, uh