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out the mud - $tupid young lyrics

out the mud lyrics
[intro: momo & $tupid young]
hpg
b*tch i come from nothing but i turned it into some
young

[hook: momo & $tupid young]
b*tch i come from nothing but i turned it into some
surrounded by some real hitters i ain’t ever run. (i ain’t run)
i’m just really trying to get my brothers out the block
what you know about a rose that grew from concrete rock
ayy, i done made it out the mud, i done made it out the mud
i done made it out the mud, i done made it out the mud. (ayy)

[verse 1: $tupid young]
black and white paperwork n*gga you don’t talk
givenchy sweater on me cause these diamonds got me cold
glock .23 jump, man he think he ’bout
b*tch i’m something like these racks in my pocket i don’t fold
where you from? so what, n*gga i could care less
couple homies told on the hood i feel embarrassed
twenty four karats on me, look how i wear it
extensions with these sh*lls, n*gga guaranteed i share it
why these n*ggas always out here trynna act, cuh
with them poles we gon smoke them like a motherf*cking backwood
i was broke til the homie put me on a fat jug
b*tch i stack hunnids, stack fifties and i stack dubs
feel like yesterday when i was riding in the hooptie
now i am in the benz backseat full of groupies
strapped with the uzi like we’re playing call of duty
fake n*ggas wanna k!ll me real n*ggas gon’ salute me
[hook: momo & mr.capone*e]
b*tch i come from nothing but i turned it into some
surrounded by some real hitters i ain’t ever run. (i ain’t run)
i’m just really trying to get my brothers out the block
what you know about a rose that grew from concrete rock
ayy, i done made it out the mud, i done made it out the mud
i done made it out the mud, i done made it out the mud. (ayy, ayy)

[verse 2: mr.capone*e]
raised by the streets staying away from the coppers
k*9 units and the helicopters
ghetto bird, i’m in blue like a dodger
calling plays like i was dave roberts
watching for the opps, ninja, i straight came up
rose gold on my neck, wrist game it’s a jacob
royalty chicks and i’m never living basic
seen a lot of hating from the homies i’m embarrassed. (embarrassed)
staying on the grind no time for the whining
ten does never fold gotta stay shining
grinding from the trap now i’m chilling on the island
got me a driver so there’s no more driving. (ayy)
rolls royce and the g*wag, i remember mobbing in the ’84 caravan
it’s who i am hood star like nipsey, rest in peace so i gotta stay with the glizzy. (capone)

[hook: momo]
b*tch i come from nothing but i turned it into some
surrounded by some real hitters i ain’t ever run. (i ain’t run)
i’m just really trying to get my brothers out the block
what you know about a rose that grew from concrete rock
ayy, i done made it out the mud, i done made it out the mud
i done made it out the mud, i done made it out the mud

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