Out the mud again
Cleaned off paint, no cold sign
I just played my lane
Out the mud again
Yeah I did it twice, turned my trauma in
A fire paid the price
Never begged, never faked, never asked nice
I just grind, yeah, I bleed through the mic
Started low, now I'm talking bigger stakes
Had to heal in the dark with my heartache
Had ups,
had doubt,
had no break But our roads can't fold,
can't fake
Back, back to the dirt If I have to stand
But believe I'm the one That'll take the land