[Intro] Came from nothin' Now I'm livin' how I wanna (yeah) Whole block lookin' at me like a saga Still the same, just a lot more commas [Chorus] I'ma live how I want, I don't ask, I don't wait Rich man from the hood, still slide through the gate (skrrt) Got gold on my neck, but the pain in my veins Turned dirt into diamonds, made a throne out the stain I'ma live how I want, I don't beg, I don't plead Put the city on my back, turned the hunger to greed If you ain't come from the bottom, you don't know what it means To wake up in the mansion with the same old dreams [Verse 1] Half raspy when I talk, that's the smoke and the stress Had to hustle through the winters just to ice out my chest Used to share one plate, now it's ten on the table Auntie prayin' over food, I'm just prayin' I'm stable Still the projects in my posture, I don't fold, I don't flinch Made a dollar out a nickel, turned a yard to an inch Now it's marble in the foyer, but it's roaches in my past I remember every shadow when I step up out that 'Rari on they ass (yeah) [Chorus] I'ma live how I want, I don't ask, I don't wait Rich man from the hood, still slide through the gate (still there) Got gold on my neck, but the pain in my veins Turned dirt into diamonds, made a throne out the stain I'ma live how I want, I don't beg, I don't plead Put the city on my back, turned the hunger to greed If you ain't come from the bottom, you don't know what it means To wake up in the mansion with the same old dreams [Verse 2] Mama told me “boy, shine, you was born for the fight” Now the ceiling see-through, I can stare at the night Got the block in my rearview, but my heart in the bricks I still tip the old heads every time I get rich (yeah, yeah) Bad habits in my blood, good credit in my name They ain't never seen a king that still walk through the rain I don't owe 'em explanation, I don't owe 'em a thing If they wasn't in the struggle, they ain't ridin' the wing (nah) [Chorus] I'ma live how I want, I don't ask, I don't wait Rich man from the hood, still slide through the gate Got gold on my neck, but the pain in my veins Turned dirt into diamonds, made a throne out the stain (from the mud) I'ma live how I want, I don't beg, I don't plead (never) Put the city on my back, turned the hunger to greed If you ain't come from the bottom, you don't know what it means To wake up in the mansion with the same old dreams (same dreams)

rap, Hard-edged Southern trap banger with male vocals; half-raspy, laid-back drawl in the verses and anthemic, chant-ready hook. Thick 808 low-end, skittering hi-hats, eerie bell and choir stabs. Verses ride in the pocket with sparse piano hits; chorus widens with stacked gang vocals and ad-libs, subtle organ swells, and rising risers into each drop. Energy climbs each hook, perfect for stadium call-and-response., rich, hip hop

From the Mud to the Mansion