-You! Bub
-You almost got him killed you know that!
-but I tr..tried to tell you
The hell you did
-tr-try tried harder
If you had been out in that water we would have heard you loud and clear
-I couldn’t get the wor-words out
You could of if you’d a wanted to you just didn’t want to bad enough
-you forgot I tried
Trying don’t get it done. fact is you almost let your friend choke to death out in that river
-I’d have rather died than done that
Then you’re a liar
-It ain’t my fault I stutter
Listen to me you whining little..}

[Hook: Choirboy]
Muscles and blood just muscles and blood
Put the pressure on my shoulder feel like 16 tons
Just muscles and blood we just muscles and blood
Don’t nobody want the dirt until they stuck in the mud

{what’d you say
-you goddamn son of a bitch
Say that again
-you goddamn mean son of a bitch
Say it faster
-you goddamn mean dirty son of a bitch
…I wouldn’t make it a habit calling me that son}
[Verse 1: Choirboy]
Day to day day day day day that shit changes just flowing when it raining rain
I’m dealing with that muddy mane my shoulders carry heavy weight
Grandpa was a (?) he had to make a way
Long as kin okay got the sun shining on our face
This shit (?) look like Grandma used to make
Digging in the dirt (?) dirty hands and dirty lakes
Thats something that these bitches can’t take away now that got’ fake a ollie look like all these bitches in LA
Wish you would have stayed round (?) back to the playground
(?) playing round
(?) laying down
(?) shit don’t know
I guess thats how we go from bloodline memories loss and love we just muscles and blood

[Verse 2: Ouija]
I was working this hoe with a blunt roll
In the G ride going for the gusto
Just a baby in a world full of cutthroats
Got the blue rag hang from the gun though
I was selling fake coke at the Lux-o
Trine crush that bill to a hundo
But the streets ain’t teach me the love though
But the streets ain’t teach me to trust though fucc no
(?) lights out (?)
Knew it was all outside so I creep now
Peep now
Can’t see shit it was midnight
So I knew they wasn’t gonna see me now
Till the feet stepped off that curb no swerve just muscle and blood in the street now
Peep now
Somebody call the police now
Wiping the prints off the wheel now
Homie can no longer breathe now
Panic is all that I feel now, feel now
Ghetto bird out on fleek now
Praying they won’t see me now
Wake up in a (?) oh shit that coma will let me sleep now
[Hook]

You gonna want that dirt when the rain come
Cause it won’t take long till it make mud x2

[Hook]