Mud to Gold

[Chorus]
Like mud to gold
Mine's in this soil
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old, I'm turnin' mud into gold
Like mud to gold
Mine's in this soil
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old, I'm turnin' mud into gold right now

[Verse 1]
Drippin' in this swamp water, with the snakes I'm not bothered
I done been backstabbed in the front, back, and in the head, but it's good, partner
And I ain't no beginner, ain't nobody's paid for dinner
I ain't perfect, I'm a sinner, underground so warn the devil
All I am is a hellion, raisin' hell, rockin' medallions
In 90's models cars that are holdin' some hellacious engines
Hell naw, this ain't no pretendin', my vеngeance comes with no mеntions
I'm sicker than dirty COVID syringes stuck in you bitches
Yeah, you think I'm the cure (You think I'm the cure)
And then you all die (And then you all die)
I'm asleep in my bed (I'm asleep in my bed)
Still blinkin' one eye (Still blinkin' one eye)
Still thinkin' of lines to cast in the pines
For ones like me, who live the same life
Just country motherfuckers in a town with a time way behind
But we still make it shine at night

[Chorus]
Like mud to gold
Mine's in this soil
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turnin' mud into gold
Like mud to gold
Mine's in this soil
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turnin' mud into gold right now

[Verse 2]
These millionaires don't understand, these label owners don't fuckin' get it
If I sign to slavery I'll be shelfed up and dust-collected for fuckin' ages
'Cause you can't see no vision, your mind is not connected
You've been blinded by Ferrari's, parties, and coke base ass records
Everything is "yah yah yah", everything is "hitta bitta"
Stars are made from walkin' in the trenches and it seems y'all all forgettin'
Rap's about the fuckin' come up, where the fuck your asses come from?
What you had to conquer transferred over into a bunch of small words
For a big impact on people 'cause that's your position as leader
Yeah, I'm white and country, spit tobacco like a gunslinger
Yeah, I'll put you through the ringer, don't ever shit talk my people
Or Preacher will shoot and not think twice about the bullets neither

[Chorus]
Like mud to gold
Mine's in this soil
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turnin' mud into gold
Like mud to gold
Mine's in this soil
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turnin' mud into gold right now