

(yeah) (welcome to the bottom)
Started in the dirt where the shadows grow
Knee-deep in the clay with nowhere to go
Scraping up the pennies in the cold wet night
Dreaming of a day when the green shines bright
Now we rise up,
breaking the mold Turning this mud into solid gold (watch it gleam
now)
(yeah) We going from rags to riches in the sludge Built a
throne out of clay
that won't budge From the deep dark swamp to the high penthouse
Now we running the game,
ruling the house (hahaha)
Silk on the skin but the mud's in the bone Still got
the grit that we built on our own
Diamond-encrusted but we keep it grime No forgetting how we climbed up
the slime
Yeah,
we made it out
Straight out of the mud
To the top of the hill
(we never looking back)