Songtexte Muddy - Nomrah

Aye
Ha ha ha
Oh man
Shout out to Reasy Beats for this beat, man
This shit is crazy

They just mad that I'm comin' up and I'm leavin' 'em all behind
It's prime grind time and I'm tired of the way you whine
I'mma put your ass in time out
Like a toddler when he's actin' out
If you try to cry, I'll put that pacifier back in your mouth
Compared to the rest of the game, I'm a don but not no god
If you think you can win the race
You better go fast like Ramadan
It's poppin' off like a starting pistol
You better not get in the way
You're disqualified from the game
But it was fun while you could play
Now on some real shit, let's talk about just why I'm here
This ain't about the money or tryna flush out my career
I do this 'cause I love it man, I feel like it's my calling card
Rapping saved my life and now I'm evolvin' into an avant-garde
But like a Pokémon using Cotton Guard
My defenses are raised
I'm insecure and anxious now what seems like every day
My smilies and metaphors act like a sword and shield
Protectin' me from danger while I go in for the kill

Lately I been feelin' muddy like a pole stuck in the ground
Pound all my insecurities out of my crown
Sound like a megaphone I'm headed home to set the fuckin' tone
Grown from the mud I just pulled out a spud
Lately I been feelin' muddy like a pole stuck in the ground
I told you all to leave me alone and not to make a sound
Crowned the king of the rap shit, so backflip
Into your fuckin' hole with yo wack shit, I've had it

How you rippin' off the greats but you ain't ever heard of 2Pac
These two shots are goin to your head like some Ciroc
My flows are goin over your head just like the skyline
A light sigh is all it takes to get me out the pipeline
I'm dripped out
So I be stayin' flyer than a pilot
Your rap sheet just a scribble like you writin' with a stylus
I'm not impressed with your rhymes
In fact your schemes are all wack
The crown is now upon my head
So bring the beat back
Like the mafia, you may have got in
But you ain't gettin' out
The flames are diabolical
Straight from the devil's mouth
I don't drip too hard, I got just enough sauce
To burn your ass to smithereens if you keep tryna look hard
I'm tired of the philosophy of fake it 'till you make it
These labels make an image of you to maximize the payment
But I ain't down to try ride like that, I'm stayin' true to myself
I'll make my own image, one that's genuine and felt

Lately I been feelin' muddy like a pole stuck in the ground
Pound all my insecurities out of my crown
Sound like a megaphone I'm headed home to set the fuckin' tone
Grown from the mud I just pulled out a spud
Lately I been feelin' muddy like a pole stuck in the ground
I told you all to leave me alone and not to make a sound
Crowned the king of the rap shit, so backflip
Into your fuckin' hole with yo wack shit, I've had it

Lately I been feelin' muddy like a pole stuck in the ground
Pound all my insecurities out of my crown
Sound like a megaphone I'm headed home to set the fuckin' tone
Grown from the mud I just pulled out a spud
Lately I been feelin' muddy like a pole stuck in the ground
I told you all to leave me alone and not to make a sound
Crowned the king of the rap shit, so backflip
Into your fuckin' hole with yo wack shit, I've had it

Aye aye
Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy
Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy
Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy
Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy
Muddy, muddy, muddy, woah
Muddy, muddy, muddy, woah