Composer : Matthew Burgess/James Smith/Nstika Bungane

Lyricist : James Smith/Matthew Burgess/Nitika Bungane

Where the mud be?

Black kid could just pull up on ya, ahhh

They don’t like me

That’s okay cause I’m better than ya, ahhh

Yeah, I’m celibate

Yeah, I’m sellin' all that sh!t

Yeah, I’m sellin' bricks, ahhh

Where the mud be?

Black kid could just pull up on ya

Take your sh!t flip it for a hunnid

Yeah, they’re always so abrasive

Black kids always corner huddle

While they plan on the next, what the fvck, ahhh

I been making so much money from this sh!t

White girls get the better of n!gga

Like I’m Maybelline

Imma switch on you n!ggas like I'm Charlize, ahhh

Can’t talk to the band about this sh!t

They my brothers, I love them and sh!t

But my ego is big, how I tell ‘em I’m done with this sh!t?

Where the mud be?

Black kid could just pull up on ya, ahhh

They don’t like me

That’s okay cause I’m better than ya, ahhh

Yeah, I’m celibate

Yeah, I’m sellin' all that sh!t

Yeah, I’m sellin' bricks, ahhh

Where the mud be?

Black kid could just pull up on ya

Pressure, it's too much pressure

Okay, what’s next for the boys?

Lotta labels on the plate

If I told you all that sh!t won’t believe it

You don’t got what it takes

You’re a b!tch

So irrelevant

Surrounded by these n!ggas that I’m better than

Lately I been making too much money from these white kids

Like I’m flipping Methampthetamine

Life’s great, it’s amazing

Yeah they call me Rhulumente

See me out on occasion

Yeah I’m the guy in a Benz

Black kid could just pull up on ya

Run me all your sh!t, lemme hold it for ya

That’s your man he a pu$$y

Saw me on the streets now he—