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SelfMade Tray - Out the Mud Lyrics



SelfMade Tray - Out the Mud Lyrics




Out the mud we gone get it (We gone hustle)

Been by myself to many times you done left me hangin
Im twisitin garcia vegas, i got the speakers bangin
Sometimes i done get a break, my phone steady rangin
Nobody aint give me nothing, so i started slangin
Im picked a pack up from dude, he asked me what im thankin

You know i dont do no talking, so im like what the bidness
Say f*ck a case, take em to trial, i shoulda zipped the witness
Im having thoughts if i do time, then who gone and visit
My uncle locked in that cell, he cant get out prison
Im having thoughts in my head about the way im living

Aye for brother lil tristan, you know i go the distance
Im solo everywhere i go, i never need assistance
I know some niggas who hate me, but they gone still listen
How can you hate on who getting it, they got the game twisted
I speak the truth in my rhymes them niggas stories fiction
You ever play my family, its gone be bodies missing

Out the mud we gone get it (We gone hustle)

At any time i could be gone, you a never know
On that d'usse and we cooling, chopping shit up wit 4
Got so much love fa my aunty, she told me ima blow
Well if i make it you make it, thats how it pose to go

I told taireek be careful stay on yo P's & Q's
You know we older we Men, gotta watch how we move
Pendin charges and cases them bitches hope we lose
And if it wun fa my son, i woulda dropped outta school

Thank i work at good burger, the way i got the sauce
I got this weight on my shoulders, im tryna shake it off
My Og told me the L's, what make a man a boss
We hear them sirens, hop the fence and we gone cut across

Just stay down till you come up i get the bigger picture
On the road to success, i can picture me getting richer
Im not a christian, relegious went tatted me a scripture
Enjoy the pain of the needle, it make me bleed quicker

Out the mud we gone get it (We gone hustle)

I know some people who love me, we gone make it
Nobody aint give me nothing, i had to take it
Run it up, hit the bank and we gone save it
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Out the mud we gone get it (We gone hustle)

Been by myself to many times you done left me hangin
Im twisitin garcia vegas, i got the speakers bangin
Sometimes i done get a break, my phone steady rangin
Nobody aint give me nothing, so i started slangin
Im picked a pack up from dude, he asked me what im thankin

You know i dont do no talking, so im like what the bidness
Say f*ck a case, take em to trial, i shoulda zipped the witness
Im having thoughts if i do time, then who gone and visit
My uncle locked in that cell, he cant get out prison
Im having thoughts in my head about the way im living

Aye for brother lil tristan, you know i go the distance
Im solo everywhere i go, i never need assistance
I know some niggas who hate me, but they gone still listen
How can you hate on who getting it, they got the game twisted
I speak the truth in my rhymes them niggas stories fiction
You ever play my family, its gone be bodies missing

Out the mud we gone get it (We gone hustle)

At any time i could be gone, you a never know
On that d'usse and we cooling, chopping shit up wit 4
Got so much love fa my aunty, she told me ima blow
Well if i make it you make it, thats how it pose to go

I told taireek be careful stay on yo P's & Q's
You know we older we Men, gotta watch how we move
Pendin charges and cases them bitches hope we lose
And if it wun fa my son, i woulda dropped outta school

Thank i work at good burger, the way i got the sauce
I got this weight on my shoulders, im tryna shake it off
My Og told me the L's, what make a man a boss
We hear them sirens, hop the fence and we gone cut across

Just stay down till you come up i get the bigger picture
On the road to success, i can picture me getting richer
Im not a christian, relegious went tatted me a scripture
Enjoy the pain of the needle, it make me bleed quicker

Out the mud we gone get it (We gone hustle)

I know some people who love me, we gone make it
Nobody aint give me nothing, i had to take it
Run it up, hit the bank and we gone save it
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Writer: Tray Putney
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Performed By: SelfMade Tray
Length: 2:53
Written by: Tray Putney

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