Aq Xico - Mud Lyrics

(You ain't never been through the mud)
The blood, the guts that it take to overcome
Take a fall but never run
We all Africa's sons
We all after the funds
We all talkin' that peace then fall back to the guns
Got that blunt in my right hand, hand over my eyes
Bandana in the pocket and dumpin' the 45
It ain't my fault, it ain't his, it's a way of life
I gotta strike first and strike hard just to stay alive
AK in between the seats, my enemies were friends
Lookin' through the lenses of what I gotta do for ends
They shot him, didn't see him reach, acquitted nonetheless
That's why I rap more and do more but say less
I ain't here to coalesce or clean up nobody mess
I'm just here to f*ck ya lives up, that's why I never rest
I ain't here to teach a lesson, we keep losin' our best
The trauma leavin' a mess for those that come next
Tribes, gangs, essentially the same thing
Eventually, the same fate, genocide the same way
But not the alphabet boys, they got the biggest toys
They makin' the biggest choices, and makin' the least noise
(Have you ever been through the mud?)
The struggle, the trouble
The stupid motherf*ckers
The livin' like a sucker
(Have you ever been through the mud?)
The hoes and the clothes
And the foes, the lows in everyone you know
(Have you ever been through the mud?)
The knives, the cuts
The nights we up, and the lives we touch
(Have you ever been through the mud?)
Livin' for the right now
'Cause any minute, lights out
It's a vivid lifestyle
I be showin' niggas love, that's when they get tough
That's a one way relationship, that's when they get cut
I need scarcely reminded that they're scarcity minded
Drownin' in their own ego, basically blinded
Hard to build a team when people are so weak
Or maybe I need to be a better leader
I'm tryin' to be the best version of me, this a Odyssey
Honestly, Aq Z is on it, ain't no stoppin' me
Whether or not you seein' my vision enough to follow me
When it finally fall in place and look like an anomaly
I ain't tryin' to keep being a sucker in society
I'm grimy, I don't need you to think highly of me, lyin' on me
Long as when I hit that stage, you keep your eye on me
Tryin' me, whether or not I even got the iron on me
And I will respond more violently
I'm my own motherf*ckin' boss, it ain't no hiring me
(Have you ever been through the mud?)
The struggle, the trouble
The stupid motherf*ckers
The livin' like a sucker
(Have you ever been through the mud?)
The hoes and the clothes
And the foes, the lows in everyone you know
(Have you ever been through the mud?)
The knives, the cuts
The nights we up, and the lives we touch
(Have you ever been through the mud?)
Livin' for the right now
'Cause any minute, lights out
It's a vivid lifestyle