"FIELD OF NIGHTMARES" lyrics
Ransom, Boldy James & Nicholas Craven Lyrics
(feat. OT The Real)
We was born thuggy nothing like them niggas they some corn muffins
Sticker get to bouncing like a pogo we be porn-hubbin'
Moral of the story we play with blocks and we gon' torch something
And we not gon' stop drummin' till we hear the force comin'
War ready sent so many hits they gave me store credits
More or less an AK-47 for you Poindex
Spray a nigga blocker with the can I get artistic
Thousands ends in a minivan this a bar mitzvah
Hard-body youngies in my circle we who eat the most
Those closest to you ones who hurt you so I keep it close
Never cut it too close for comfort in the comfort suite
Piecing out a brickie finna count up a 200-piece
In the middle of the drought I had to duck the heat
So if a nigga run his mouth shoot off his fuckin' beat
Seen a couple hundred thousand out that comfort suite
I let these niggas run they mouth while I run the streets
I'm super reclusive hardly get seen every move is elusive
In that double log ghost watchin' fury and music
My fury is ruthless time to tell what you doin' is useless
Tellin' time from a prezzy what the new is exclusive
Some new and improved shit spend 200 on a sky dweller
Fly fella ignores your wifey cause she too high yeller
Mind bender niggas who pay their way can't afford to roam
Used to call my connect from collect on a cordless phone
All alone vivid shootouts with some undercover cops
A hundred shots delete everything I see when they come to ops
Yeah here's the twist with a sudden plot
We'll be outside whether the night is cold or the sun is hot
Who wants your spot?
I'm on a level all by myself player shell sprayer
Home of the heinous sins and failed prayers
Yeah made a hundred quick and a comfort suite
I let y'all niggas run your lips I used to run them streets
Got that out of the mud demeanor
Taste of the paper and none was sweeter
Son of leaver standin' around for too long I'm a cedar
I broke the yoke till they call me shake like a muslim leader
Bundles here hurry up and shoot em like a buzzer beater
Hella nice and I been sellin' ice man
Fuck that Reedus
You puppets never get acknowledged bunch of cousin skeeters
I'm with some youngins keepin' somethin' bunch of button squeezers
Clutchin' cleavers hungry huntin' junkie Justin Bieber's
What a sleeper y'all made a mistake
The sharks all in this water y'all shoulda stayed in the lake
I saw they squatter they just saw me they made them relate
They talked about me bein' solid still straight to this date
Broke a pound down for my two youngins here's eight and here's eight
I'll feed you reen up off me's how you pay for the plate
The sound when the blade's in his face is all you should say to a snake
And if there's beef in the air it's cause we raisin' the stakes
Makin' these plays out the comfort suite
Hey Dave ask around
We're really run the streets
Sticker get to bouncing like a pogo we be porn-hubbin'
Moral of the story we play with blocks and we gon' torch something
And we not gon' stop drummin' till we hear the force comin'
War ready sent so many hits they gave me store credits
More or less an AK-47 for you Poindex
Spray a nigga blocker with the can I get artistic
Thousands ends in a minivan this a bar mitzvah
Hard-body youngies in my circle we who eat the most
Those closest to you ones who hurt you so I keep it close
Never cut it too close for comfort in the comfort suite
Piecing out a brickie finna count up a 200-piece
In the middle of the drought I had to duck the heat
So if a nigga run his mouth shoot off his fuckin' beat
Seen a couple hundred thousand out that comfort suite
I let these niggas run they mouth while I run the streets
I'm super reclusive hardly get seen every move is elusive
In that double log ghost watchin' fury and music
My fury is ruthless time to tell what you doin' is useless
Tellin' time from a prezzy what the new is exclusive
Some new and improved shit spend 200 on a sky dweller
Fly fella ignores your wifey cause she too high yeller
Mind bender niggas who pay their way can't afford to roam
Used to call my connect from collect on a cordless phone
All alone vivid shootouts with some undercover cops
A hundred shots delete everything I see when they come to ops
Yeah here's the twist with a sudden plot
We'll be outside whether the night is cold or the sun is hot
Who wants your spot?
I'm on a level all by myself player shell sprayer
Home of the heinous sins and failed prayers
Yeah made a hundred quick and a comfort suite
I let y'all niggas run your lips I used to run them streets
Got that out of the mud demeanor
Taste of the paper and none was sweeter
Son of leaver standin' around for too long I'm a cedar
I broke the yoke till they call me shake like a muslim leader
Bundles here hurry up and shoot em like a buzzer beater
Hella nice and I been sellin' ice man
Fuck that Reedus
You puppets never get acknowledged bunch of cousin skeeters
I'm with some youngins keepin' somethin' bunch of button squeezers
Clutchin' cleavers hungry huntin' junkie Justin Bieber's
What a sleeper y'all made a mistake
The sharks all in this water y'all shoulda stayed in the lake
I saw they squatter they just saw me they made them relate
They talked about me bein' solid still straight to this date
Broke a pound down for my two youngins here's eight and here's eight
I'll feed you reen up off me's how you pay for the plate
The sound when the blade's in his face is all you should say to a snake
And if there's beef in the air it's cause we raisin' the stakes
Makin' these plays out the comfort suite
Hey Dave ask around
We're really run the streets
