Product of the Mud iamjakehill
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[Intro]
'Cause life's a bitch and then you die
I'd rather be a product of the mud than live a motherfuckin' lie
'Cause life's a bitch and then you die
I'd rather be a product of
The product of the
Product of the
Product of the
Yuh ay
[Verse 1]
Life's a bitch, and then you meet your death
I've been digging through the trenches got it tatted on my chest
Bust back like a Glock slide
I keep my thoughts high
Mothafucka' i'm the product of the mud it's hard to come by
Damn, I keep the pistol in the console
There's too many evil people everywhere that I go
Yeah I'm nervous
Anxiety surfaced
17 smoking weed
What the fuck you doing close the curtains
Before the cops break in
Yeah, I'm on edge
I can't control the paranoia that's inside my head
Smoking spice when the weed was low
What a stupid fuckin' choice
Now the demons glow
I think I need a new rap name call me young dumbass
'Cause all I gave a shit about was smoking, drinking, skipping class
Dropped out young age as 16
Can't believe my parents let me
But look at me now I'm in my dream
Stack the paper up like bacon on my plate
Rise and shine mothafucka' you ain't got no time to waste
More money, more problems
I think I was less stressed when I ain't had shit in my pockets but lint
At least I cry in the C43
Lay the seat back
Heat blast
Breeze through the streets
Got the C's on me
Wasn't looking for recognition but sick of the repetition
I needed something different in this life that I live
Keep my mind on progression and positivity
Guess it's harder to live it than speak about it listen to me
'Cause life's a bitch and then you die
I'd rather be a product of the mud than live a motherfuckin' lie
'Cause life's a bitch and then you die
I'd rather be a product of
The product of the
Product of the
Product of the
Yuh ay
[Verse 1]
Life's a bitch, and then you meet your death
I've been digging through the trenches got it tatted on my chest
Bust back like a Glock slide
I keep my thoughts high
Mothafucka' i'm the product of the mud it's hard to come by
Damn, I keep the pistol in the console
There's too many evil people everywhere that I go
Yeah I'm nervous
Anxiety surfaced
17 smoking weed
What the fuck you doing close the curtains
Before the cops break in
Yeah, I'm on edge
I can't control the paranoia that's inside my head
Smoking spice when the weed was low
What a stupid fuckin' choice
Now the demons glow
I think I need a new rap name call me young dumbass
'Cause all I gave a shit about was smoking, drinking, skipping class
Dropped out young age as 16
Can't believe my parents let me
But look at me now I'm in my dream
Stack the paper up like bacon on my plate
Rise and shine mothafucka' you ain't got no time to waste
More money, more problems
I think I was less stressed when I ain't had shit in my pockets but lint
At least I cry in the C43
Lay the seat back
Heat blast
Breeze through the streets
Got the C's on me
Wasn't looking for recognition but sick of the repetition
I needed something different in this life that I live
Keep my mind on progression and positivity
Guess it's harder to live it than speak about it listen to me
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