"In Da Field" lyrics
The way I'm livin' life, they say I copped a deal
(Late nights, me and bro, DeeJayM0, he mix it)
Take a goodie from the hood, turn 'em to a hitta
In the trenches with' my niggas, probably do a winter
Rap star, I'm gettin' money fuckin' all these strippers
Nigga snitchin', I can't trust them, always pointin' fingers
I don't talk on the phone, holla on the wicker
Mali makin' all these papers, stack it like a printer
Only slidin' when I'm sober, I don't need no liquor
I'm a star on my block, squad full of winners
They did a R.I.C.O on my block, swear I gotta lay low
Did you shoot him with' no talkin' on it if I say so
Dirtied up the FN, so I copped the Draco
Dirtied up the Sprite, I'm smokin' on some ghetto
And I'm the man, I got no competition
Shorty claim that she love me, but fuck with' opposition
Treat 'em like a blunt, I keep them on rotation
Niggas claimin' that they gang but talkin' in the station
I'm in the field, I'm in the field for real
The way I'm livin' life, they say I copped a deal
I told my nigga, how you think I feel?
Shoot to kill, two verses, I'm 'bout to get real
I'm in the field, I'm in the field for real
The way I'm livin' life, they say I copped a deal
I was grindin' in the bando tryna touch a mill'
Ain't no stoppin', only grindin', ain't got time to chill
She buy her bag, only money, she don't even need friends
I got niggas playin' offense, niggas playin' defence
I'm doin' shows, I'm gettin' money, waitin' 'til they free, man
Money Makin' to the top 'cause all I get is free bands
Skrrt, and I'm 'mali catch me in the East End
Take a youngin from your block and turn him to a demon
I ain't a killa but they try me, bitch, you know I'm squeezin'
When your shootas want no smoke, and know their side ain't eatin'
Broski called and send them hotties, feds are takin' pictures
They just mad that I'm the man, only gettin' richer
How they gangster on the mic, and talkin' like a killer?
In the station watch them switch up, turn into a singer
Now she wanna go to school, don't wanna be a stripper
Told her she ain't actin' right, I told her eat a Snicker
Told her eat a Snicker
Told her she ain't actin' right, I told her eat a Snicker
I'm in the field, I'm in the field for real
The way I'm livin' life, they say I copped a deal
I told my nigga, how you think I feel?
Shoot to kill, two verses, I'm 'bout to get real
I'm in the field, I'm in the field for real
The way I'm livin' life, they say I copped a deal
I was grindin' in the bando tryna touch a mill'
Ain't no stoppin', only grindin', ain't got time to chill
(Late nights, me and bro, DeeJayM0, he mix it)
Take a goodie from the hood, turn 'em to a hitta
In the trenches with' my niggas, probably do a winter
Rap star, I'm gettin' money fuckin' all these strippers
Nigga snitchin', I can't trust them, always pointin' fingers
I don't talk on the phone, holla on the wicker
Mali makin' all these papers, stack it like a printer
Only slidin' when I'm sober, I don't need no liquor
I'm a star on my block, squad full of winners
They did a R.I.C.O on my block, swear I gotta lay low
Did you shoot him with' no talkin' on it if I say so
Dirtied up the FN, so I copped the Draco
Dirtied up the Sprite, I'm smokin' on some ghetto
And I'm the man, I got no competition
Shorty claim that she love me, but fuck with' opposition
Treat 'em like a blunt, I keep them on rotation
Niggas claimin' that they gang but talkin' in the station
I'm in the field, I'm in the field for real
The way I'm livin' life, they say I copped a deal
I told my nigga, how you think I feel?
Shoot to kill, two verses, I'm 'bout to get real
I'm in the field, I'm in the field for real
The way I'm livin' life, they say I copped a deal
I was grindin' in the bando tryna touch a mill'
Ain't no stoppin', only grindin', ain't got time to chill
She buy her bag, only money, she don't even need friends
I got niggas playin' offense, niggas playin' defence
I'm doin' shows, I'm gettin' money, waitin' 'til they free, man
Money Makin' to the top 'cause all I get is free bands
Skrrt, and I'm 'mali catch me in the East End
Take a youngin from your block and turn him to a demon
I ain't a killa but they try me, bitch, you know I'm squeezin'
When your shootas want no smoke, and know their side ain't eatin'
Broski called and send them hotties, feds are takin' pictures
They just mad that I'm the man, only gettin' richer
How they gangster on the mic, and talkin' like a killer?
In the station watch them switch up, turn into a singer
Now she wanna go to school, don't wanna be a stripper
Told her she ain't actin' right, I told her eat a Snicker
Told her eat a Snicker
Told her she ain't actin' right, I told her eat a Snicker
I'm in the field, I'm in the field for real
The way I'm livin' life, they say I copped a deal
I told my nigga, how you think I feel?
Shoot to kill, two verses, I'm 'bout to get real
I'm in the field, I'm in the field for real
The way I'm livin' life, they say I copped a deal
I was grindin' in the bando tryna touch a mill'
Ain't no stoppin', only grindin', ain't got time to chill
