"The Field" lyrics

[Nipsey Hussle:]
Really came up in the field
Get money, get life or get killed
Now how the fuck it's gon' feel
When we starts touching them mils
We ain't got nothing but shells
We ain't got nothing to tell
Watch how the story unveil
Bet you the hustler prevail
Equity all in my deal
900 dollars a meal
Fuck with that T-bone and snow crab
Hoggy like shrimp when it's chill
Slide on them leathers from Frankfort
Smell it make sure it don't stank first
Test her make sure that brain work
Beat that shit all out the framework
You was just saying my name, no?
I figured you know how this game go
So run me yo watch and yo chain bro
But next time I'm calling my gang tho
Shining got all of chains on
Back of that Bach getting my brains blown
Ran up that check then I laid low
Make sure that money gon' make more
Nigga y'all witnessed it we got eight businesses hater that's bankroll
You could die if I say so
Heavy like 77th St. case closed
Shit will get straight cold
Shit is just business we pull up and take souls
Gorillas and ape mold
LA county uh teach you that predator play mode

[Bino:]
Really from up in the house
Really thumpers in the couch
Really say what I'm about
Off the block I made a whole onion
Heavy hustle got the name buzzing in the kitchen whipping tryna gain something
Fuck her threw her to my lame cousin
Bitches know I got a chain coming
Nigga know I got a chain coming
Pussy talking know he got a fade coming
Pull up on me with the same thugging
I ran it up with my bitch she gon' get cracking with me and don't save nothing
I can't be wasting my time, what I'm 'a do it for if it don't make nothing
I keep a 4 four on my ear 'cause I chase a bag I know they won't take from me

[Young Dolph:]
In my trap house I trust
About bitches I don't give a fuck
Let's see how fast you can count it
Came up off 16 ounces
I just parked my wraith in the hood
Cook in my backwood
And I gotta sack for her, don't 'bout you but life good
I ain't been doing nothing but counting paper
Ducking and dodging these haters
Bitches they're making me sick, tell 'em fuck 'em nigga get their weight up, remember sitting in the house with about a hundred pounds
Pitbulls in the backyard and we got a couple hundred rounds
Nigga where the fuck you was at, I ain't never seen you out here
Mamma and my daddy was fucked up nigga I was forced to be out here

[Bino:]
Really from up in the house
Really thumpers in the couch
Really say what I'm about
Off the block I made a whole onion
Heavy hustle got the name buzzing in the kitchen whipping tryna gain something
Fuck her threw her to my lame cousin
Bitches know I got a chain coming
Nigga know I got a chain coming
Pussy talking know he got a fade coming
Pull up on me with the same thugging
I ran it up with my bitch she gon' get cracking with me and don't save nothing
I can't be wasting my time, what I'm 'a do it for if it don't make nothing
I keep a 4 four on my ear 'cause I chase a bag I know they won't take from me
I know they won't take from me