Jeff Mack$ - The Mud lyrics

[Hook: Jeff Mack$] b**h I'm from the mud Come around here it ain't no love Just some shady n***as with some d** I can see, I can see, I can see, I can see The truth but you won't belive what I know I can't f** around like before Get up out my way I'm on the go I can't balance all these highs and lows Play your mane, this the game I chose [Verse 1: Jeff Mack$] Voices in my head, I'm seeing red I'm just livin' life till I'm dead Pop the Xan, can't get out the bed It's a cemetery underneath my shed Pacin' back and forth and I'm twitchin'' Starin' at the moon, something missin' Roll the swisha up then I'm kissin' Thinking 'bout the past and what's missin' [Verse 2: ShyTripThaGhost] Low life cracker with a c**aine flow Back on the block servin' lean, yeen know I got 'em for the low You try'na get some more, let me know Got the plug speed dial in my phone Metro Boomin' out the hood where the b**h can tell a lie But I'm riddled like a book Straight leavin' like Suge [?] Jumped out the mud b**h, what's up? Bombay Gin and then the lean up in my cup I need to slow down, get my mind straight hold up Been out in Houston [?] Man goddamn I done broke them boys off On some sh** you ain't familiar with, throw it from the South Watch your mouth, cut it out 'fore I have to gut it out Talkin' sh** about some sh** that you don't even know about [Hook: Jeff Mack$] b**h I'm from the mud Come around here it ain't no love Just some shady n***as with some d** I can see, I can see, I can see, I can see The truth but you won't belive what I know I can't f** around like before Get up out my way I'm on the go I can't balance all these highs and lows Play your mane, this the game I chose [Verse 3: Dretti Franks] This the motherf**in' game I chose Ay, b**h I'm try'na keep my wrist froze aye Rolex wrist workin' b**h I'm throwed ayy With the pots and pans b**h I'm cold aye In the kitchen on the motherf**in' stove ayy Whippin' up them beats, b**h stay throwed ay Like Pimp C got a pocket full of stones aye Comin' down grippin' on the chrome ayy [Verse 4: RAMIREZ] The Glock 45 with the [?] Cold blooded motherf**ers, don't even try us [?] we leavin' toothless 47 ways of leavin' n***a in [?] Heartbeats turn to flat lines f**in' with the clique then I gotta pull your spine Gankin' any s**a cause I gotta get mine f**in' with the wrong then you gotta pay a fine f**in' with the k**er you end up a ghost You don't even know Voice in my head tellin' me k** some more Aim at his throat Lurkin' through the shadows with these blades f**in' with the clique then you got a price to pay [?] cemetery, take my own life away Don't give a f** to begin to pray [Outro: RAMIREZ] Dear God as I walk through the valleys of the shadow of d**h I will fear no evil For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me and I am no longer fearing Dear God as I walk through the valleys of the shadow of d**h I will fear no evil For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me and I am no longer fearing Dear God as I walk through the valleys of the shadow of d**h I will fear no evil For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me and I am no longer fearing Dear God, dear God, dear God Look into my eyes