Composer : Matthew Burgess/James Smith/Nstika Bungane

Where the mud be?

Black kid could just pull up on ya, uh

They don't like me

That's okay 'cause I'm better than ya, uh

Yeah, I'm celibate

Yeah, I'm sellin' all that s**t

Yeah, I'm sellin' bricks, uh

Where the mud be?

Black kid could just pull up on ya

Take your s**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 ****, uh

I been making so much money from this s**t

White girls get the better of a n***a

Like I'm Maybelline

I'ma switch on you niggas like I'm Charlize, uh

Can't talk to the band about this s**t

They my brothers, I love them and s**t

But my ego is big, how I tell 'em I'm done with this shit?

Where the mud be?

Black kid could just pull up on ya, uh

They don't like me

That's okay 'cause I'm better than ya, uh

Yeah, I'm celibate

Yeah, I'm sellin' all that s**t

Yeah, I'm sellin' bricks, uh

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 s**t won't believe it

You don't got what it takes

You're a b***h

So irrelevant

Surrounded by these niggas that I'm better than

Lately I been making too much money from these white kids

Like I'm flipping methamphetamine

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 shit, lemme hold it for ya

That's your man he a p***y

Saw me on the streets now he—