KSI – Beerus Lyrics

[Intro]
Randolph, yeah, yeah
Zeeshan

[Verse 1: Randolph]
Ah
You don’t like me that’s established
Keyboard warrior
Ugly ass catfish
You can never @ this
Out here, living that lavish life
You should be embarrassed, yikes
Cashin’ the vault so it’s safe to say
Your boy stayed dry on a rainy days
World flow, we set the stage
Walter White bitches say my name
Coming at me, you’ll need stamina
This ain’t for amateurs
Waiting for hours and hours
To shine on the camera
Still got you powerless
Life is a bitch but she look like an hourglass
Got no time for this shit
Doubling down because I’m tryna get rich
And I’m tryna take it to another level
Got a hundred bags full of hundred bezels
I’m a fuckin’ rebel, I shoot first
Carry the game cuz’ the shoes hurt
Put it all on my back
Weather the storm
It make it rain ’till it’s three in the morn’
From dirt, to rock, to private planes
Home studios to live on stage
And ain’t nothin’ changed
We’ve been goin’ in since day (day)
Uh, Loyalty pays (pays)
You’ve been waiting for that royalty wage (ah)
It’s never gonna come, is it? (woo)
Like your girl, don’t need her digits (woo)
Imma show her what a real man like (yeah)
Plenty commas when we fly (we fly)
No empty bottles they all night
But this life it’s ride or die

[Hook: KSI]
Young winner come fear us
I’m a god like Beerus
Made my mark like Overmars
I don’t see nobody comin’ near us
Ain’t no limit where we’re goin’ now
I got women, always showin’ now
On the viewin’ any Judas lookin’
We will make ’em missin’
Ain’t nobody kissin’ now

[Verse 2: KSI]
Young winner young sinner, peace her when I’m done
And that head spinnin’ cash
Brotha I’m the breadwinner
Bread but I run ‘cus you wouldn’t be the soul
Son of Danny Glover, whipping out the Adams
So they never pop up
Woah
My life I’m keepin’ it all on the low
Who am I fuckin’, oh you wanna know
Started this all on my own
With that venomous flow as the C to the E to the O
I come and go with the fitness
Millions all over to witness
Millions all over the bank
Millions all over the business
Can’t come at me
Upper echelon
The real OG
The YouTube don
Fuck your number one, ‘cus I’m limitless
Don’t fuck with me, else I’m leavin’ you spiritless
Nah, nah, nah
Why is my ex tryin’a message, I don’t wanna talk to you
Nah, nah, nah
Even this guy want some money, you know I don’t fuck with you
Nah, nah, nah
Tweetin’ your peace on the net let me come there and humble you
Nah, nah, nah
I’m on a level where even the devil is scared of me
I got some enemies
Always want hate ’till I die, ‘cus I fucked up their legacy
Negative energies
All of the bitches I finish, I keep them in memory
Fuck with my enemies
I am the king of the sheep
You can stay as a wannabe
Keep being under me
I’m on another level
I’m a new age rebel ‘cus

[Hook: KSI]
Young winner come fear us
I’m a god like Beerus
Made my mark like Overmars
I don’t see nobody comin’ near us
Ain’t no limit where we’re goin’ now
I got women, always showin’ now
On the viewin’ any Judas lookin’
Make ’em missin’
Ain’t nobody kissin’ now

Young winner come fear us
I’m a god like Beerus
Made my mark like Overmars
I don’t see nobody comin’ near us
Ain’t no limit where we’re goin’ now
I got women, always showin’ now
On the viewin’ any Judas lookin’
Make ’em missin’
Ain’t nobody kissin’ now

[Outro: KSI]
Motherfucker (yeah)

Jon Bellion – Let’s Begin Lyrics

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
You already know how we came up
I’m saying it was a real pain in the butt
If there’s paper to touch, you may just cut just scraping it up
Get your trachea cut and then escape in a truck
Smudge a lady makeup, bang the 380, wake the baby up
I just came for the weight like a gymnasium
I’m finna spray everything in my radius
Lately, my skin been looking radiant
The Mercedes is ’80s sent
I have three 6’s in my fade like Damian
I’d die before I let the jakes take me in
Babe, we everything we say we is (Facts)
My stable of women couldn’t fit in the stadium
They sayin’ me and Jon Bellion we some aliens
And durags had us looking like Saudi Arabians
Your way miscellaneous, we some ladies men
It’s Roc, Marcberg be the alias
Now let’s begin

[Verse 2: Jon Bellion]
Was never focused on gettin’ bigger, just gettin’ better
That’s why I keep gettin’ bigger after every record
Said I got lucky, the last record that y’all was blessed with
Watch me give you sequels, I’m Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon
I let the talent speak volumes, that’s why there’s different levels
I stopped the flexin’ on socials, corny shit to impress you
You get too famous, then everything in your life is stressful
There’s a big difference ‘tween being known and being successful
Great grandfather, an immigrant from the Naples district
Dirty Guinea crew in the cut, call that the true incision
My wife thicker than liquor soaked in Italian biscuits
Cookin’ minestron’ every Sunday, call that a superstition
I left LA just to cook in Brooklyn, the winter’s reaper
I sleep in Timbs and a Yankee fitted, that’s just for leisure
I’m really better than everybody pretends to be
So ask the label now, why the fuck would I want an urban feature?
“I love the song and we really wanna know how you made it”
Or I could keep all you wondering how we been creatin’
It’s annoying when cameras catchin’ your every statement
And I’ve had enough of these corny artists that replicate it
Champagne supernovas destroy the morning glory
I’d rather build an oasis sober and thrive at 40
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been celebrating the life before me
But I see the wisdom in moderation for certain stories
When you’re afraid to hurt feelings, you water down the worth
I’m done pretending your record’s great and I’m down to work
Plus, I’ll be actress and mixed with sociopaths
And when I’m worried about being famous for being down to earth
I spoke with Yahweh, he told me Jesus crafted us in
Which means my brother’s my brother, it don’t matter the skin
America needs to watch how they treat His chosen people
But that’s for deeper than surface records, now let’s begin

[Chorus: RZA]
Now let’s begin
Yeah
Now let’s begin

[Verse 3: B.Keyz]
Foot on the gas, foot on your neck
One mansion, others gasping for a breath
I’m unclassed, capital punishment blast back
What you tumblin’, trash rappers who mumblin’ for respect
I’m uncheckable, wide open, the foul technical
Go full press, I still glide like Clyde Drexler do
I’m done testin’ two times over, I’ll get the best of you
Better pay attention, two eyes open wide when I execute
And I been waiting so long that you asked for this
You try to give me your table scraps, I’ma give you my ass to kiss
I won’t even wait for the death, you’ll get faded right after this
A masochist who ready to face the masses like Catholics
And you can tell the whole school I’m prepped for the glory
In the presence of your professor, attendance is mandatory
With a weapon, freshman semester
You test the mess and get gory
I’m just here to kill the game, let the messenger tell the story

[Chorus: RZA]
Now let’s begin
Now let’s begin

[Outro: Travis Mendes]
Arms in the sky, I’m feeling angel high (High, high)
Funk got me sanctified (Funk got me sanctified)
Sent to the light, come save your soul tonight
Funk got me sanctified (Uh-huh, oh)
Funk got me sanctified (Sanctified, uh-oh)
Funk got me sanctified (Oh, oh)
Arms in the sky, I’m feeling angel high (Arms in the sky, I’m feeling)
Funk got me sanctified (Funk got me sanctified)
Sent to the light, come save your soul tonight
Funk got me sanctified (Oh)

Lil Skies – Lust lyrics

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
Get in my way and try to block me, I’ma show aggression
Slide on your block like Danny Glover with a lethal weapon
I fucked your thot, she gave me top, I guess that’s my confession
Got no regrets, I made mistakes, but I learned from my lessons
Trappin’ by the stu, villains pull up to the coupe
My car ain’t got no roof, thought this shit was bulletproof
I can’t feel my face, smokin’ on Gorilla Glue
Zoomin’ in the coupe, that’s the shit I like to do
These is yellow diamonds, shinin’ like I’m Pikachu
I’m a boss nigga, get that bag and make the moves
No, I don’t like to lose, so I be goin’ in, yeah
I’m tryna cop a Benz, yeah, pull up and drop like ten, yeah
You tryna chase the life (what?) well I’m tryna chase the bands, yeah
She wanna fuck with friends, yeah, I got ’em in the trance, yeah

[Chorus]
Ayy, but now they tell me I switched up
Take this Backwood to the face, then grab my cup
Shawty say she comin’ through, she on the way to fuck
It’s a lot of lust, not a lot of love
Ayy, I stack it up, can’t get enough
Seen your shawty with you, she look at me and she blush
I’m a jiggy nigga, I don’t take her out for lunch
It’s a lot of lust, not a lot of love
Ayy, bitch, not a lot of love
It’s a lot of lust, not a lot of love
Ayy, bitch, not a lot of love
It’s a lot of lust, not a lot of love

[Verse 2]
Not a lot of love
Rollin’ in the coupe and she was rollin’ off the drugs
Lookin’ for the one, girl, you know that I’m the plug
I be booted up with my shooters in the truck
Ayy, and broski keep it and it’s tucked
Nigga talkin’ ’bout it, but he never runnin’ up
Put this shit in motion, so I’m never stayin’ stuck
Don’t be actin’ starstruck every time they show you love

[Chorus]
Ayy, but now they tell me I switched up
Take this Backwood to the face, then grab my cup
Shawty say she comin’ through, she on the way to fuck
It’s a lot of lust, not a lot of love
Ayy, I stack it up, can’t get enough
Seen your shawty with you, she look at me and she blush
I’m a jiggy nigga, I don’t take her out for lunch
It’s a lot of lust, not a lot of love
Ayy, bitch, not a lot of love
It’s a lot of lust, not a lot of love
Ayy, bitch, not a lot of love
It’s a lot of lust, not a lot of love

E-40 – Straight Out The Dirt (feat. Yo Gotti, NBA Youngboy & JPZ)

[Chorus: JPZ]
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the shit work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt

[Verse 1: E-40]
My granddaddy helped build the Carquinez Bridge
Gave my grandmama eleven kids
A gallon of milk and some eggs in the fridge
A pack of Top Ramen some bread and some grits
I got it straight out the dirt (the dust)
Checkin’ more cash than a clerk (that’s us)
Play with me you will get hurt (I’ll bust)
I’ll put a hole in your shirt (whoa)
The bigger the cap the bigger the peelin’, I’m drillin’
Anybody who wanna stop me makin’ millions (whoa)
The longer the barrel, the stronger the bullet, the trigger
I’ll pull it, I’ll have your family in their feelin’s
One foot on the strineets, one hand on the bible
I pray for my frenemies, pray for my rivals
Got trademarks and entities, licenses, businesses
No female tendencies, niggas is bitches
From the concrete streets to the golf course (golf course)
When I’m in L.A. I’m at the Waldorf (Waldorf)
If I’m in the mood for an entrée
Napa Valley reservations at The French Laundry
Free all my people in the belly of the beast (of the beast)
Pay the tithes to my church and my priest (and my priest)
In the box, in the cage in the bing (in the bing)
If I went to jail I won’t sing (I won’t sing)
Biatch!

[Chorus: JPZ]
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the shit work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt

[Chorus 2: JPZ & E-40]
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt

[Verse 2: NBA Youngboy]
Whole lotta money, you know who it is
I ain’t got to speak on the shit that I did
I got it straight up out the mud like a pig
Fuck police, no respect for the pigs
On the stage steady screamin’ "Free Jig"
I go crazy every time that I hit
Send my yougin’s for to break in your crib
I pay ’em double, just send me the bricks
Shooter like Scottie I ain’t talkin’ Yo Gotti
That white full of low I’m gonna come where it is
Get out yo body we gon’ split your wig
I ain’t no rat bitch, them tricks for them kids
.40 and that Glock, I still walk with that sig
Ain’t who he claim to be and I can see it
I’m who he wanna be but he can’t be it
These niggas be dissin’ but no I don’t hear it
My youngin’ that youngin’ off Good Fellas
He don’t got no name, he a cold stepper
I spent them racks on some Margielas
I signed my deal up in blood letters
My Cuban link half a kilo
Bitch so heavy I could use it as a weapon
All us getting’ money
Nothin’ but OG’s thuggin’ in my section

[Chorus: JPZ]
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the shit work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt

[Chorus 2: JPZ & E-40]
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
I was gettin’ out the mud
I put the hood on flood
I was bumpin’ Danny Glover in the Chevy
I put the hood on thug
I put your hood on wet-wet
I put your life on the set-set
I put your goons on bedrest
I haven’t been lost a war yet
Anniversary to vets
Z06 with the pipes
My young bitch from The Bay
Pussy good hella tight
Head stupid hella tight
Slow it down yellow light
She suck the dick like it’s a contest
And thinks she’s Scarface on that white
Matte white, white on white Rover
Bitch I’m plugged like Sosa
Got loud weed, strong odor
Pay the plug up front, don’t owe him
[???] got rich shit happened and I fell off
I ain’t fall, stay down, runnin’ up got a bill off
What I do?
I went from not havin’ shit to havin’ shit
Niggas sayin’ I should write a tell-all

[Chorus: JPZ]
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the shit work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt

[Chorus 2: JPZ & E-40]
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt

E-40 – Straight Out The Dirt (feat. Yo Gotti & Nba Youngboy)

[Chorus: JPZ]
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the shit work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt

[Verse 1: E-40]
My granddaddy helped build the Carquinez Bridge
Gave my grandmama eleven kids
A gallon of milk and some eggs in the fridge
A pack of Top Ramen some bread and some grits
I got it straight out the dirt (the dust)
Checkin’ more cash than a clerk (that’s us)
Play with me you will get hurt (I’ll bust)
I’ll put a hole in your shirt (whoa)
The bigger the cap the bigger the peelin’, I’m drillin’
Anybody who wanna stop me makin’ millions (whoa)
The longer the barrel, the stronger the bullet, the trigger
I’ll pull it, I’ll have your family in their feelin’s
One foot on the strineets, one hand on the bible
I pray for my frenemies, pray for my rivals
Got trademarks and entities, licenses, businesses
No female tendencies, niggas is bitches
From the concrete streets to the golf course (golf course)
When I’m in L.A. I’m at the Waldorf (Waldorf)
If I’m in the mood for an entrée
Napa valet reservations at the French Laundry
Free all my people in the belly of the beast (of the beast)
Pay the tithes to my church and my priest (and my priest)
In the box, in the cage in the bing (in the bing)
If I went to jail I won’t sing (I won’t sing)
Biatch!

[Chorus: JPZ]
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the shit work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt

[Chorus 2: JPZ & E-40]
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt

[Verse 2: NBA Youngboy]
Whole lotta money, you know who this is
I ain’t got speak on what I did
I got it straight up out the mud like a pig
Fuck police, no respect for the pigs
On the stage steady screamin’ "Free Jig"
I go crazy every time that I hit
Send my yougin’s for the break in your crib
I pay ’em double, just send me the bricks
Shooter like Scottie I ain’t talkin’ Yo Gotti
That white full of low I’m gonna come where it is
Get out yo body we gon’ split your wig
I ain’t no rat bitch, them tricks for them kids
.40 and that Glock, I still walk with that sick
Ain’t who he claim to be and I can see it
I’m who he wanna be but he can’t be it
These niggas be dissin’ but no I don’t hear it
My youngin’ that youngin’ off Good Fellas
He don’t got no name, he a cold stepper
I spent them racks on some Margielas
I signed my deal up in blood letters
My Cuban link half a kilo
Bitch so heavy I could use it as a weapon
All us getting’ money
Nothin’ but OG’s thuggin’ in my section

[Chorus: JPZ]
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the shit work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt

[Chorus 2: JPZ & E-40]
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
I was gettin’ out the mud
I put the hood on flood
I was bumpin’ Danny Glover in the Chevy
I put the hood on thug
I put your hood on wet-wet
I put your life on the set-set
I put your goons on bedrest
I haven’t been lost a war yet
Anniversary to vets
Z06 with the pipes
My young bitch from The Bay
Pussy good hella tight
Head stupid hella tight
Slow it down yellow light
She suck the dick like it’s a contest
And thinks she’s Scarface on that white
Matte white, white on white Rover
Bitch I’m plugged like Sosa
Got loud weed, strong odor
Pay the plug up front, don’t owe him
[???] got rich shit happened and I fell off
I ain’t fall, stay down, runnin’ up got a bill off
What I do?
I went from not havin’ shit to havin’ shit
Niggas sayin’ I should write a tell-all

[Chorus: JPZ]
I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the shit work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt

[Chorus 2: JPZ & E-40]
I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt (straight out the dirt)
I got it straight out the dirt

Straight out the dirt – E-40 feat. Yo Gotti lyrics

Lyrics E-40 – Straight out the dirt

I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the s**t work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt
I got it straight out the dirt.

My granddaddy helped build the Carquinez Bridge
Gave my grandmama eleven kids
A gallon of milk and some eggs in the fridge
A pack of Top Ramen some bread and some grits
I got it straight out the diiirt (the dust)
Checkin’ more cash than a clerk (that’s us)
Play with me you will get hurt (I’ll bust)
I’ll put a hole in your shirt
The bigger the cap the bigger the peelin’, I’m drillin’
Anybody who wanna stop me makin’ millions (whoa)
The longer the barrel, the stronger the bullet, the trigger
I’ll pull it, I’ll have your family in their feelin’s
One foot on the strineets, one hand on the bible
I pray for my frenemies, pray for my rivals
Got trademarks and entities, licenses, businesses
No female tendencies, niggas is bitches
From the concrete streets to the golf course (golf course)
When I’m in L.A. I’m at the Waldorf (Waldorf)
If I’m in the mood for an entrée
Napa Valley reservations at The French Laundry
Free all my people in the belly of the beast (of the beast)
Pay the tithes to my church and my priest (and my priest)
In the box, in the cage in the bing (in the bing)
If I went to jail I won’t sing (I won’t sing)
B*atch!

I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the s**t work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the diiirt
I got it straight out the diiirt
I got it straight out the diiirt
I got it straight out the diiirt
I got it straight out the diiirt.

I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhh)
I got it straight out the diiirt (straight out the diiirt)
I got it straight out the diiirt (straight out the diiirt)
I got it straight out the diiirt (straight out the diiirt)
I got it straight out the diiirt.

Whole lotta money, you know who it is
I ain’t got to speak on the s**t that I did
I got it straight up out the mud like a pig
F**k police, no respect for the pigs
On the stage steady screamin’ “Free Jig”
I go crazy every time that I hit
Send my yougin’s for to break in your crib
I pay ’em double, just send me the bricks
Shooter like Scottie I ain’t talkin’ Yo Gotti
That white full of low I’m gonna come where it is
Get out yo body we gon’ split your wig
I ain’t no rat b***h, them tricks for them kids
.40 and that Glock, I still walk with that sig
Ain’t who he claim to be and I can see it
I’m who he wanna be but he can’t be it
These niggas be dissin’ but no I don’t hear it
My youngin’ that youngin’ off Good Fellas
He don’t got no name, he a cold stepper
I spent them racks on some Margielas
I signed my deal up in blood letters
My Cuban link half a kilo
B***h so heavy I could use it as a weapon
All us getting’ money
Nothin’ but OG’s thuggin’ in my section.

I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the s**t work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the diiirt
I got it straight out the diiirt
I got it straight out the diiirt
I got it straight out the diiirt
I got it straight out the diiirt.

I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I’m cookin’ the work versuri-lyrics.info
I got it straight out the diiirt (straight out the diiirt)
I got it straight out the diiirt (straight out the diiirt)
I got it straight out the diiirt (straight out the diiirt)
I got it straight out the diiirt.

I was gettin’ out the mud
I put the hood on flood
I was bumpin’ Danny Glover in the Chevy
I put the hood on thug
I put your hood on wet-wet
I put your life on the set-set
I put your goons on bedrest
I haven’t been lost a war yet
Anniversary to vets
Versuri-lyrics.info
Z06 with the pipes
My young b***h from The Bay
P***y good hella tight
Head stupid hella tight
Slow it down yellow light
She suck the dick like it’s a contest
And thinks she’s Scarface on that white
Matte white, white on white Rover
B***h I’m plugged like Sosa
Got loud weed, strong odor
Pay the plug up front, don’t owe him
.. got rich s**t happened and I fell off
I ain’t fall, stay down, runnin’ up got a bill off
What I do?
I went from not havin’ s**t to havin’ s**t
Niggas sayin’ I should write a tell-all.

I went from nothin’ to somethin’
I had to make the s**t work
Came up from nothin’
I got it straight out the diiirt
I got it straight out the diiirt
I got it straight out the diiirt
I got it straight out the diiirt
I got it straight out the diiirt.

I played in the mud (I play in the mud)
No stain on my shirt (no stain on my shirt)
I’m whippin’ the pot (I’m whippin’ the pot)
I’m cookin’ the work (uhhhhhhh)
I got it straight out the diiirt (straight out the diiirt)
I got it straight out the diiirt (straight out the diiirt)
I got it straight out the diiirt (straight out the diiirt)
I got it straight out the diiirttt.
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