BTA Detroit - In Da Mud Lyrics

We all gonna have some problems every day
Every day is Sunday, the way I play the game
Every day a different way to get paid
Every day a different complaint, for the saints
Every day the company goes on vaca
You gotta deal with the crime the way I play
Got rich and I'm chillin', thank the Lord for the saints
Pay for the devil's sins, I feel your pain
BTA Detroit we was in the mud
We was in the trap, but we ain't in no rush
We were swerving in the drop top in the mud
You was in the drought, see me with the up
I was in my mom's apartment, she kicked me out
I had no choice, we started out with the mud
BTA took away your drugs and your plugs
I was in the trap with them priests, show me love
I'm countin' records and trappin' out the mud
Got a bad habit, I don't know who to trust
And the squad lookin' like we don't give a f*ck
Just came home from the trap, I owe them love
BTA Detroit we was in the mud
We was in the trap, but we ain't in no rush
We were swerving in the drop top in the mud
You was in the drought, see me with the up
I was in my mom's apartment, she kicked me out
I had no choice, we started out with the mud
BTA took away your drugs and your plugs
I was in the trap with them priests, show me love
I'm countin' records and trappin' out the mud
Got a bad habit, I don't know who to trust
And the squad lookin' like we don't give a f*ck
Just came home from the trap, I owe them love