Nomrah - Muddy Lyrics

Aye
Ha ha ha
Oh man
Shout out 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 (Aye)
It’s prime grind time and I’m tired of the way you whine (Grind)
I’mma put your ass in time out
Like a toddler when he’s actin’ out (Yuh)
If you try to cry, I’ll put that pacifier back in your mouth (Wooh)
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 (Nope)
You’re disqualified from the game
But it was fun while you could play (Bye bye)
Now on some real shit, let’s talk about just why I’m here (Huh?)
This ain’t about the money or tryna flush out my career (It’s not?)
I do this ‘cause I love it man (Ahh)
I feel like it’s my calling card (Yuh)
Rapping saved my life and now I’m evolvin’ into an avant-garde (Aye)
But like a Pokémon using Cotton Guard
My defenses are raised (High)
I’m insecure and anxious now what seems like every day
My smilies and metaphors act like a sword and shield (Sword)
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 like 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? (Huh?)
These two shots are goin’ to your head like some Ciroc (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 (Drip)
Your rap sheet just a scribble like you writin’ with a stylus (Uh huh)
I’m not impressed with your rhymes
In fact your schemes are all wack (Get out)
The crown is now upon my head
So bring the beat back (Bring it!)
Like the mafia, you may have got in
But you ain’t gettin’ out (Nope)
The flames are diabolical
Straight from the devil’s mouth (Devil)
I don’t drip too hard, I got just enough sauce (Sauce)
To burn your ass to smithereens if you keep tryna look hard (Look)
I’m tired of the philosophy of “fake it ‘till you make it” (Tired of it)
These labels make an image of you to maximize the payment (Image)
But I ain’t down to try ride like that, I’m stayin’ true to myself (Nope)
I’ll make my own image, one that’s genuine and felt (Aye)
Lately I been feelin’ muddy like a pole stuck in the ground (Yuh)
Pound all my insecurities out of my crown
Sound like a megaphone, I’m headed home to set the fuckin’ tone (Yuh)
Grown from the mud like I just pulled out a spud (Aye)
Lately I been feelin’ muddy like a pole stuck in the ground (Muddy)
I told you all to leave me alone and not to make a sound (Shh)
Crowned the king of the rap shit, so backflip
Into your fuckin’ hole with yo wack shit, I’ve had it (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 like 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

Aye
Ha ha ha
Oh man
Shout out 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 (Aye)
It’s prime grind time and I’m tired of the way you whine (Grind)
I’mma put your ass in time out
Like a toddler when he’s actin’ out (Yuh)
If you try to cry, I’ll put that pacifier back in your mouth (Wooh)
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 (Nope)
You’re disqualified from the game
But it was fun while you could play (Bye bye)
Now on some real shit, let’s talk about just why I’m here (Huh?)
This ain’t about the money or tryna flush out my career (It’s not?)
I do this ‘cause I love it man (Ahh)
I feel like it’s my calling card (Yuh)
Rapping saved my life and now I’m evolvin’ into an avant-garde (Aye)
But like a Pokémon using Cotton Guard
My defenses are raised (High)
I’m insecure and anxious now what seems like every day
My smilies and metaphors act like a sword and shield (Sword)
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 like 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? (Huh?)
These two shots are goin’ to your head like some Ciroc (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 (Drip)
Your rap sheet just a scribble like you writin’ with a stylus (Uh huh)
I’m not impressed with your rhymes
In fact your schemes are all wack (Get out)
The crown is now upon my head
So bring the beat back (Bring it!)
Like the mafia, you may have got in
But you ain’t gettin’ out (Nope)
The flames are diabolical
Straight from the devil’s mouth (Devil)
I don’t drip too hard, I got just enough sauce (Sauce)
To burn your ass to smithereens if you keep tryna look hard (Look)
I’m tired of the philosophy of “fake it ‘till you make it” (Tired of it)
These labels make an image of you to maximize the payment (Image)
But I ain’t down to try ride like that, I’m stayin’ true to myself (Nope)
I’ll make my own image, one that’s genuine and felt (Aye)
Lately I been feelin’ muddy like a pole stuck in the ground (Yuh)
Pound all my insecurities out of my crown
Sound like a megaphone, I’m headed home to set the fuckin’ tone (Yuh)
Grown from the mud like I just pulled out a spud (Aye)
Lately I been feelin’ muddy like a pole stuck in the ground (Muddy)
I told you all to leave me alone and not to make a sound (Shh)
Crowned the king of the rap shit, so backflip
Into your fuckin’ hole with yo wack shit, I’ve had it (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 like 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