Out the Mud in the A

[Intro]
Yeah
From the bottom, boy
(out the mud, out the mud)
[Verse 1]
Food stamps
Mama at the laundromat, folding pain
Section 8 walls so thin
You could hear the rain
Couch bed
Three cousins on it, sharing space
Roaches on the cereal box
Still we said grace
Marta bus late
Missed shifts, she still walked in
Grease stain shirt
But her pride stayed tucked in
I was bagging groceries
Dreaming of a gold plate
Writing raps on receipts
By the old gate
West side summers
Hydrants open, socks wet
Whole block broke
But our laughs hit like a jet
Hand-me-down shoes
Talking back with every step
Teacher said "statistics"
I said "watch what happens next"
[Chorus]
Came out the mud in the A, yeah I did that (I did that)
Turned all the pain into pay, had to flip that (flip that)
Used to have lint in my pockets, now the bill stack
I made a promise I would never ever live that
Out the mud in the A, how I slid back
From the bottom of the map, brought the grid back
They wrote me off, now they watching where I sit at
I made a promise I would never ever live that
[Verse 2]
Waffle House nights
Splitting one plate, four forks
Uncle hit a lick
Then he vanished in the court
Blue lights flash
Like they searching for a ghost
Sirens sang lullabies
Up and down the post
I done seen homies
Trade future for a quick win
Twelve years old
With a burner and a big grin
I was on the porch
Pen bleeding in a notebook
Told the block "give me time
Watch how this hook cook"
Had to dodge traps
Both legal and the street kind
Predatory loans
And the powder on the seat line
Boss talking crazy
Like he owned my whole life
Quit on my break
Now my songs pay the light
[Chorus]
Came out the mud in the A, yeah I did that (I did that)
Turned all the pain into pay, had to flip that (flip that)
Used to have lint in my pockets, now the bill stack
I made a promise I would never ever live that
Out the mud in the A, how I slid back
From the bottom of the map, brought the grid back
They wrote me off, now they watching where I sit at
I made a promise I would never ever live that
[Bridge]
For the kids on Bankhead
Counting change at the store
For the moms on Campbellton
Sleeping close to the door
For the pops on Old Nat
Praying "please, not jail"
I’m the proof this red clay
Grow roses as well (yeah)
[Chorus]
Came out the mud in the A, yeah I did that (I did that)
Turned all the pain into pay, had to flip that (flip that)
Used to have lint in my pockets, now the bill stack
I made a promise I would never ever live that
Out the mud in the A, how I slid back
From the bottom of the map, brought the grid back
They wrote me off, now they watching where I sit at
I made a promise I would never ever live that

rap, Gritty Southern trap bounce, swung hi-hats and booming low end under a dark piano loop; male vocals in a tight, conversational pocket on the verses, then a big, chantable hook with stacked gang vocals and subtle choir pads. Ad-libs tucked wide, 808 slides answering key punchlines, final hook adds extra percussion and octave lead for a triumphant lift.