(Intro)
Some people say a man is made outta' mud
A poor man's made outta' muscle and blood
A muscle and blood, skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons and what do ya get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

(Verse)
Yo, we heavy weight, you hella late
Best in the game, ain't no debate
Corolla 8 I take it to the ?
Now I cop a cool fist and it's called a cool sip
I was so fo' real, so fo' real
Can't even explain how I feel
Sick of being humble, they don't need you where yo marbles
So I let my voice rumble, stayin' out and clear

(Hook)
Y'all bitch made, fuck niggas
Man, I can't really fuck wid 'em
If you ain't sneak diss then you prolly gonna get it
Tryna figure bout my recipe, yo man, look at me
Y'all bitch made, fuck niggas
Hit dawg colla swing wit the dealers
Hit wow roulla chiwawa and chinchilla
You a coward in yo heart, pop syrup