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rimzee - out the mud lyrics

[chorus: av allure]
came up out the mud, they wan’ throw me back in
when you from the slums then it’s ball or trapping
brudda, i’d be done if i was only rapping
figured out the curse then i broke the pattern
every ting i done, man, i done in fashion
if it weren’t for love, it was purely passion
know they hate me bad but they love the badness
brudda, where i’m from, it’s snakes and ladders
last of a dying breed

[verse 1: rimzee]
every morning sending texts’s, fiends gotta get the message
i’m doing yoga on the buj the way i got it stretching
grinding like slow jams, chasing girls get you no bands
i ain’t on the block akh, i’m bigger than the programme
more trainers than reebok, trap boy, they know my ethos
coke in the jar, this ain’t sea moss
hundred thousand on one cooker
i’m a gun busser and a drug pusher
but i need m’s like my brudda mulla
master p, no limit, went and got the phones ringing
boujee n+gga but i came from low living
v12 engine, spend fifty on the pendant
i don’t shed tears unless it’s denim
i hit fiends, man, i don’t know ’bout hit records
counting fifty in my bedroom, i remember cooking in the kettle
i got more hard food than tickle me
my name in the streets akhi, i don’t need the industry
[chorus: av allure]
came up out the mud, they wan’ throw me back in
when you from the slums then it’s ball or trapping
brudda, i’d be done if i was only rapping
figured out the curse then i broke the pattern
every ting i done, man, i done in fashion
if it weren’t for love, it was purely passion
know they hate me bad but they love the badness
brudda, where i’m from, it’s snakes and ladders
last of a dying breed

[verse 2: rimzee]
my dark penger than ms banks, chop the brick with my fl!ck nank
i got more keys than beenie man
fifty for the wristw+tch courtesy of big rocks
when i say we live, i ain’t talking ’bout no tiktok
all this water make the hoes on it, brizzy came back so solid
olive with the rose on it, i really had the stove rocking
the trap, i gave all of me, two hundred plus in jewellery
they ain’t got enough bread to go to war with me
i’m on paper like an exam, my runner whip the work with his left hand
i ain’t relying on no next man
they used to give me ema, i got hustling in my dna
me and d made that line do three a day
f a press run, i’m mixing dirty with f1
lost sticks, bought next ones
lv spills, thousand pound meals
if i just talk money, blame the grills
[chorus: av allure]
came up out the mud, they wan’ throw me back in
when you from the slums then it’s ball or trapping
brudda, i’d be done if i was only rapping
figured out the curse then i broke the pattern
every ting i done, man, i done in fashion
if it weren’t for love, it was purely passion
know they hate me bad but they love the badness
brudda, where i’m from, it’s snakes and ladders
last of a dying breed

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