From the mud, born in a storm
Middle of the pack, my deal make em' fold
Tombstone made of gold, no warning
Made to raise hell, I'm here to soul sell
From the mud, born in a storm
Middle of the pack, my deal make em' fold
Tombstone made of gold, no warning
Made to raise hell, I'm here to soul sell
Rejected from the gates, the fire couldn't stop me
Now they put me in a place where no one understood my vision, a clown to the classmates"What's he doing with the notepad every week day?"
So I swore to f*cking god one day they'd see the rage
Sweating bullets in that studio like I was DJay
Hustlin' and flowin' for every mixtape
F*ck em, they the one's who left me as the bait
I didn't contemplate, didn't bother to debate over internet, look at that shit it been lame
Kept my head down and I stuck in my lane
Put my soul in it cause we went against the grain
The rawness nothing that you could pretend
Off the 16 track burn that shit to a disc
The innovation off of no damn budget
That's the water, and you wasn't made
From the mud, born in a storm
Middle of the pack, my deal make em' fold
Tombstone made of gold, no warning
Made to raise hell, I'm here to soul sell
From the mud, born in a storm
Middle of the pack, my deal make em' fold
Tombstone made of gold, no warning
Made to raise hell, I'm here to soul sell
Nowadays I been on my
F*ck what they think about me it don't weigh on my mind
Every waking moment I put in my damn time
I keep the wheel spinnin' I don't f*ck with down time
If today nobody f*cked with me honestly that'd be fine
My whole life in a deep pile, of catalog collections
Surf through my records, if you wanna know about me it's all present
The pillow talking don't got me offended
The page stalking don't got me affected
Everything spoke never regretted
You like to bear poke I like to empty out the weapon
Rejected from the gates, put back on earth
Pushed to the side, had to prove worth
Fear don't exist, I put up my wrists
With two fingers up cause I know that I was made
From the mud, born in a storm
Middle of the pack, my deal make em' fold
Tombstone made of gold, no warning
Made to raise hell, I'm here to soul sell
From the mud, born in a storm
Middle of the pack, my deal make em' fold
Tombstone made of gold, no warning
Made to raise hell, I'm here to soul sell
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From the mud, born in a storm
Middle of the pack, my deal make em' fold
Tombstone made of gold, no warning
Made to raise hell, I'm here to soul sell
From the mud, born in a storm
Middle of the pack, my deal make em' fold
Tombstone made of gold, no warning
Made to raise hell, I'm here to soul sell
Rejected from the gates, the fire couldn't stop me
Now they put me in a place where no one understood my vision, a clown to the classmates"What's he doing with the notepad every week day?"
So I swore to f*cking god one day they'd see the rage
Sweating bullets in that studio like I was DJay
Hustlin' and flowin' for every mixtape
F*ck em, they the one's who left me as the bait
I didn't contemplate, didn't bother to debate over internet, look at that shit it been lame
Kept my head down and I stuck in my lane
Put my soul in it cause we went against the grain
The rawness nothing that you could pretend
Off the 16 track burn that shit to a disc
The innovation off of no damn budget
That's the water, and you wasn't made
From the mud, born in a storm
Middle of the pack, my deal make em' fold
Tombstone made of gold, no warning
Made to raise hell, I'm here to soul sell
From the mud, born in a storm
Middle of the pack, my deal make em' fold
Tombstone made of gold, no warning
Made to raise hell, I'm here to soul sell
Nowadays I been on my
F*ck what they think about me it don't weigh on my mind
Every waking moment I put in my damn time
I keep the wheel spinnin' I don't f*ck with down time
If today nobody f*cked with me honestly that'd be fine
My whole life in a deep pile, of catalog collections
Surf through my records, if you wanna know about me it's all present
The pillow talking don't got me offended
The page stalking don't got me affected
Everything spoke never regretted
You like to bear poke I like to empty out the weapon
Rejected from the gates, put back on earth
Pushed to the side, had to prove worth
Fear don't exist, I put up my wrists
With two fingers up cause I know that I was made
From the mud, born in a storm
Middle of the pack, my deal make em' fold
Tombstone made of gold, no warning
Made to raise hell, I'm here to soul sell
From the mud, born in a storm
Middle of the pack, my deal make em' fold
Tombstone made of gold, no warning
Made to raise hell, I'm here to soul sell
Middle of the pack, my deal make em' fold
Tombstone made of gold, no warning
Made to raise hell, I'm here to soul sell
From the mud, born in a storm
Middle of the pack, my deal make em' fold
Tombstone made of gold, no warning
Made to raise hell, I'm here to soul sell
Rejected from the gates, the fire couldn't stop me
Now they put me in a place where no one understood my vision, a clown to the classmates"What's he doing with the notepad every week day?"
So I swore to f*cking god one day they'd see the rage
Sweating bullets in that studio like I was DJay
Hustlin' and flowin' for every mixtape
F*ck em, they the one's who left me as the bait
I didn't contemplate, didn't bother to debate over internet, look at that shit it been lame
Kept my head down and I stuck in my lane
Put my soul in it cause we went against the grain
The rawness nothing that you could pretend
Off the 16 track burn that shit to a disc
The innovation off of no damn budget
That's the water, and you wasn't made
From the mud, born in a storm
Middle of the pack, my deal make em' fold
Tombstone made of gold, no warning
Made to raise hell, I'm here to soul sell
From the mud, born in a storm
Middle of the pack, my deal make em' fold
Tombstone made of gold, no warning
Made to raise hell, I'm here to soul sell
Nowadays I been on my
F*ck what they think about me it don't weigh on my mind
Every waking moment I put in my damn time
I keep the wheel spinnin' I don't f*ck with down time
If today nobody f*cked with me honestly that'd be fine
My whole life in a deep pile, of catalog collections
Surf through my records, if you wanna know about me it's all present
The pillow talking don't got me offended
The page stalking don't got me affected
Everything spoke never regretted
You like to bear poke I like to empty out the weapon
Rejected from the gates, put back on earth
Pushed to the side, had to prove worth
Fear don't exist, I put up my wrists
With two fingers up cause I know that I was made
From the mud, born in a storm
Middle of the pack, my deal make em' fold
Tombstone made of gold, no warning
Made to raise hell, I'm here to soul sell
From the mud, born in a storm
Middle of the pack, my deal make em' fold
Tombstone made of gold, no warning
Made to raise hell, I'm here to soul sell
Writer: Alex Baker
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