

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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.
3:00
No
2/10/2026