Ralphy Sway - MUD Baby Lyrics

The universe ain't never threw nun at me I cant handle
Couldn't walk a mile up in my shoes, put that on Jesus sandals
They threw the book up at my homie like we need examples
Least he wouldn't shooting at the air boy these ain't Roman candles
Tool on belt like Bob the Builder
Snapped shot a picture your chest disappear like Bobby Fisher
All for what Just blame it on the system was he a op, or lack or optimism
But everyday ain't Christmas but still Thanksgiving for the hope
Uncle Tony had a daughter and went cold turkey on the dope
To come up from trench all we know is up a roll
Really where you going you forget where you come from
Hell from the jects treat it like my WakandA
Always fuck 12 never befriend your honor
Racks out a bag getting bands off contra
Selfmade boss I ain't never been a runner
Birth from the dirt im a mud baby
What you know bout the first and the 3rd imma mud baby
If he making turn arounds tell em watch out for them people
Told them devils what happened your infected with d'evils
More than rap it gets deeper
Nevermind your hit single
Got it off in one night bag man Chris Cringle
Pastor say hope to see you in church
Fuck is a lucifer when rent due on the first
But pray like grandma Earline bible and a pistol
She say try to pray for em before you kill em
But in the jects' it aint too many teachers
Graduated from a F on up from misdemeanors
Mud baby thug baby drug baby
Pray you see the guap before the reeper
Yea yea
Really where you going you forget where you come from
Hell from the jects treat it like my WakandA
Always fuck 12 never befriend your honor
Racks out a bag getting bands off contra
Selfmade boss I ain't never been a runner
Birth from the dirt im a mud baby
What you know bout the first and the 3rd imma mud baby

The universe ain't never threw nun at me I cant handle
Couldn't walk a mile up in my shoes, put that on Jesus sandals
They threw the book up at my homie like we need examples
Least he wouldn't shooting at the air boy these ain't Roman candles
Tool on belt like Bob the Builder
Snapped shot a picture your chest disappear like Bobby Fisher
All for what Just blame it on the system was he a op, or lack or optimism
But everyday ain't Christmas but still Thanksgiving for the hope
Uncle Tony had a daughter and went cold turkey on the dope
To come up from trench all we know is up a roll
Really where you going you forget where you come from
Hell from the jects treat it like my WakandA
Always fuck 12 never befriend your honor
Racks out a bag getting bands off contra
Selfmade boss I ain't never been a runner
Birth from the dirt im a mud baby
What you know bout the first and the 3rd imma mud baby
If he making turn arounds tell em watch out for them people
Told them devils what happened your infected with d'evils
More than rap it gets deeper
Nevermind your hit single
Got it off in one night bag man Chris Cringle
Pastor say hope to see you in church
Fuck is a lucifer when rent due on the first
But pray like grandma Earline bible and a pistol
She say try to pray for em before you kill em
But in the jects' it aint too many teachers
Graduated from a F on up from misdemeanors
Mud baby thug baby drug baby
Pray you see the guap before the reeper
Yea yea
Really where you going you forget where you come from
Hell from the jects treat it like my WakandA
Always fuck 12 never befriend your honor
Racks out a bag getting bands off contra
Selfmade boss I ain't never been a runner
Birth from the dirt im a mud baby
What you know bout the first and the 3rd imma mud baby