"Mud To Gold" lyrics
Like mud to gold
Mines in this soil
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turning mud into gold right now
Like mud to gold
Mines in this soil
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turning mud into gold right now
Dripping in this swamp water, with the snakes, I'm not bothered
I done been back-stabbed 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 raising hell, rocking medallions
And 90s models cars that are holding some hellacious engines
Hell no, this ain't no pretending, my vengeance comes with no mentions
I'm sicker than dirty COVID syringes stuck in you bitches, yeah
You think I'm the cure, and then you all die
I'm asleep in my bed, still blinking one eye
Still thinking of lines to cast in the pines
For ones like me who live the same life
Just country motherfuckers in a town but the time way behind
But we still make it shine in the light
Like mud to gold
Mines in this soil
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turning mud into gold right now
Like mud to gold
Mines in this soil
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turning mud into gold right now
These millionaires don't understand, these label owners don't fucking get it
If I sign to slavery I'll be shelved up and dust collected for fucking ages
'Cause you can't see no vision, your mind is not connected
You've been blinded by Ferraris, parties, and cold bass ass records
Everything is "yuh-yuh-yuh", everything is "hitta-bitta"
Stars are made from walking in the trenches and it seems y'all are forgetting
Rap's about the fucking come-up, where the fuck your ass has 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 wringer, don't ever shit talk my people
Or preacher will shoot and not think twice about the bullets neither
Like mud to gold
Mines in this soil
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turning mud into gold right now
Like mud to gold
Mines in this soil
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turning mud into gold right now
Mines in this soil
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turning mud into gold right now
Like mud to gold
Mines in this soil
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turning mud into gold right now
Dripping in this swamp water, with the snakes, I'm not bothered
I done been back-stabbed 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 raising hell, rocking medallions
And 90s models cars that are holding some hellacious engines
Hell no, this ain't no pretending, my vengeance comes with no mentions
I'm sicker than dirty COVID syringes stuck in you bitches, yeah
You think I'm the cure, and then you all die
I'm asleep in my bed, still blinking one eye
Still thinking of lines to cast in the pines
For ones like me who live the same life
Just country motherfuckers in a town but the time way behind
But we still make it shine in the light
Like mud to gold
Mines in this soil
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turning mud into gold right now
Like mud to gold
Mines in this soil
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turning mud into gold right now
These millionaires don't understand, these label owners don't fucking get it
If I sign to slavery I'll be shelved up and dust collected for fucking ages
'Cause you can't see no vision, your mind is not connected
You've been blinded by Ferraris, parties, and cold bass ass records
Everything is "yuh-yuh-yuh", everything is "hitta-bitta"
Stars are made from walking in the trenches and it seems y'all are forgetting
Rap's about the fucking come-up, where the fuck your ass has 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 wringer, don't ever shit talk my people
Or preacher will shoot and not think twice about the bullets neither
Like mud to gold
Mines in this soil
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turning mud into gold right now
Like mud to gold
Mines in this soil
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turning mud into gold right now
Thanks to Big Con for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Hilko Nijhof, Thomas Toner, Ryan Upchurch
