Liberty City Stories by Makeoutbrun23 Lyrics
Yeah, Mud in my cup
Mud in my cup, yeah
Mud in my cup
Mud in my cup
Mud in my cup
Mud in my cup, yeah
Mud in my cup
Mud in my cup, ayy
Mud in my cup
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
(Verse)
Mud in my cup, money over fame
Stay in my lane, fuck what they saying
Been through some shit, brain full of pain
J's just make me feel okay, I dont hang with no lames
I dont hang with no fakes!
Feds asking questions, nigga we don't give no names
Only real G's in my gang, I'ma never switch, I'ma never change
Party at at my crib, hardly never lit
Keep that medicine, hardly ever sick
Keep me a zip, when i'm out in the six
Stick to the script like I get paid for it
When I blow up they gonna say it's 666
They gon' talk about us like we don't even exist
Shit!
Mud in my cup, money over fame
Fuck what they saying, been through some shit
Brain full of pain, J's don't even numb the pain
THC in my lungs, papers over blunts -
I've been lit all month, breakfast after lunch
I be up when there ain't no sun
I don't fuck with these niggas cause I swear they dumb
Put that on God 'nem, Fuck SWAPO, all of them
I got problems but i'm way to high to even solve 'em
(That's a joke, trust me)
Yeah, ayy
Mud in my cup
Money over fame, fuck what they saying
That nigga lame, why you even fuck with him?
Why you still talk to him?
10th grade I was flipping bricks, had to quit that shit
'Cause they don't wanna see a nigga win
Swear to God everything feel better in the midnight
All alone, a nigga feel like dying in the midnight
So I stay around the squad, it basically saved my life
That's facts, Factual
Factual sentencing
Factual statement
Big facts
Bitch (x4)
Mud in my cup
Money over fame, yeah ayy
Mud in my cup
Fuck these niggas I'ma just stay in my lane
Yeah, ayy
Stay in my lane
Mud in my cup
Mud in my cup
Mud in my cup
Mud in my cup
Yeah, ayy
Mud in my cup, yeah
Mud in my cup
Mud in my cup
Mud in my cup
Mud in my cup, yeah
Mud in my cup
Mud in my cup, ayy
Mud in my cup
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
(Verse)
Mud in my cup, money over fame
Stay in my lane, fuck what they saying
Been through some shit, brain full of pain
J's just make me feel okay, I dont hang with no lames
I dont hang with no fakes!
Feds asking questions, nigga we don't give no names
Only real G's in my gang, I'ma never switch, I'ma never change
Party at at my crib, hardly never lit
Keep that medicine, hardly ever sick
Keep me a zip, when i'm out in the six
Stick to the script like I get paid for it
When I blow up they gonna say it's 666
They gon' talk about us like we don't even exist
Shit!
Mud in my cup, money over fame
Fuck what they saying, been through some shit
Brain full of pain, J's don't even numb the pain
THC in my lungs, papers over blunts -
I've been lit all month, breakfast after lunch
I be up when there ain't no sun
I don't fuck with these niggas cause I swear they dumb
Put that on God 'nem, Fuck SWAPO, all of them
I got problems but i'm way to high to even solve 'em
(That's a joke, trust me)
Yeah, ayy
Mud in my cup
Money over fame, fuck what they saying
That nigga lame, why you even fuck with him?
Why you still talk to him?
10th grade I was flipping bricks, had to quit that shit
'Cause they don't wanna see a nigga win
Swear to God everything feel better in the midnight
All alone, a nigga feel like dying in the midnight
So I stay around the squad, it basically saved my life
That's facts, Factual
Factual sentencing
Factual statement
Big facts
Bitch (x4)
Mud in my cup
Money over fame, yeah ayy
Mud in my cup
Fuck these niggas I'ma just stay in my lane
Yeah, ayy
Stay in my lane
Mud in my cup
Mud in my cup
Mud in my cup
Mud in my cup
Yeah, ayy