Out The Mud — текст песни

Yeah

I swear, you know we cut from a different cloth

Don Ke, H-Town legend, I’m a whole other fabric, nigga

Check me out

I did it for the streets

I did it for the love

I come up from the bottom (Splash)

Mama, I’m just a thug (Where we from, Ke?)

This shit come from the mud, yeah (Mud, oowee)

This shit come from the mud, yeah (Mud, oowee)

This shit come from the mud

Tears done turned to blood

Hustle tight as a glove

Homie, we out the mud

Nigga, we out the mud, yeah

Nigga, we out the mud

I swear

I’m out the mud like a wet tire

I’m born in neighborhoods where kingpins extorted to wear wires

ATF token fiends, vocal chords with no pliers

I see why I turned to Mr. Merrick, stay higher, the streets fire

I see why Rizzo say it’s hot

Cause if you ain’t got a Super Soaker, you gonna die from a heatstroke before

chickenpox

The weakest shot, the strongest kill

It’s fucked up how that is, but down in Texas, guns is legal from the time you

drop your baby bib

Now shake the crib

Jump off that porch, go get it how you live

Rob and steal, sell a couple pills until your record deal

That’s what it is, everybody can’t swim or dunk or run the field

But the mission still is to go get your meal

I did it for the streets (Oowee)

I did it for the love

I come up from the bottom (Splash)

Mama, I’m just a thug (Where we from, Ke?)

This shit come from the mud, yeah (Mud, oowee)

This shit come from the mud, yeah (Mud, oowee)

This shit come from the mud

Tears done turned to blood (Oowee)

Hustle tight as a glove

Homie, we out the mud (The mud)

Nigga, we out the mud, yeah (Mud, mud, mud, mud)

Nigga, we out the mud (Mud, the mud)

I swear

We from the dirt

The heart of South Park, it wasn’t no silver spoons, nigga

Just the in the, I’m in too deep, I’m out here swimming

With the killers and sharks, straight out the mud, and ain’t no room for them

busters and marrs

We waking up inside the trenches, then we sleep in the slums

These niggas starving, showing they teeth, might just kill you for crumbs

When niggas hungry, they ain’t scared of a bit in the pen

He didn’t parole, he discharged then he did it again, that’s old law, yeah

Concrete, I got my game out the gravel

Keep that thing cocked and loaded fore you move around and travel

Soldiers united for cash, it’s one love

Own sauce, I’ma drip on they ass, straight out the mud

I did it for the streets

I did it for the love

I come up from the bottom (Splash)

Mama, I’m just a thug (Where we from, Ke?)

This shit come from the mud, yeah (Mud, oowee)

This shit come from the mud, yeah (Mud, oowee, drip)

This shit come from the mud

Tears done turned to blood (Oowee)

Hustle tight as a glove

Homie, we out the mud

Nigga, we out the mud, yeah (Mud, mud, mud, mud)

Nigga, we out the mud (Mud, the mud)

I swear

Welcome to the ‘No Pressure' program

Good evening, this is Logic

Very happy I am to be back in the United States and back on the network,

even for so short a visit as this one

Back with old friends like No I.D., who is tonight’s director

And nobody argued the point

A lot of people asked us to do it again so it’s gratifying to get the chances

to do it again-

So it’s gratifying to get the chance now (No I.D.)

Personally, I have never met anybody who didn’t like The Incredible True Story,

not tonight

What we do have is a thriller

If it’s half as good as we think it is, you can call it a classic

Quite possibly a little escapade of mine involving a couple of planets which

shall be nameless

-is responsible. It doesn’t really matter

A story doesn’t have to appeal to the heart: it can also appeal to the spine

And with two magic words-