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Through the fields where chaos reigns
We press on, amidst the pain
With courage burning in our veins
Against the odds, we'll break these chains

Pre-Chorus:

Surrounded by shooters I feel like the Nets
Got 3 hoes all on me I’m feeling like Press
Pasto beating my chest like Jett
Fuck it I’m tryna catch flights on jet

Why you steady acting like you Rova I'm a big dog
Why you buying all that fake designer that's a rip off
Running back the way I play the field is

and by my own I'll celebrate
They tell me that I'm spiritless
And I've been in the field working all day
Had to get my mind right anyway
And i've been

does the young heart still beat

When it's placed in the ground

Press an ear to the dirt

Does it still make a sound



There's a fire in the trees

please take me outside
i need to feel right
please take me outside

Spitting silver bars
Fields burn like my lungs   
Teardrops down my face 
Trying

When they knelt, well we stood
For our soldiers who fight for freedom
That flag I still believe in
No matter what the press says
We respect our veterans

as a birth
Flesh like a field of tilled earth

The barren sky, to form amends
Will press us to the ground until we still
Soft light seed

Burning like a thaw -

skinbloodline
Don't fuck with me 
Handle my anger with 
Song and peace
 Press up on me 
Can get real bad 
Cross my field 
Put a cross on your ass

Take me back

forward  

My vocals chords 

My sword as I press on 

In this cold war 

Creative spark is my shield 

Found a field where the cash peels 

But purpose

believe in free press
Or Santa Claus

Sitting on a rocket
With your finger on the trigger
The rocket man smiles
Cause his rocket looks bigger

Go to hell

& the interest 
World's weight what I bench press
Get it 
Stack it 
Invest 
Man in the mirrors who I impress 
Iron on me you can get ya shit pressed
My closet

Tackle down, cattle field
Crabs bowl, cash fill
Drag foul, tactics

Crack found, axis
Maxed out, blacklist
Making out, backseat
Checking down, fabrics

Man

Sevenfold

Adema

Planets

Taste
You left a bitter taste
In my mouth that will never heal
True self revealed unkind
You can never press rewind
You play the part that's so

and I be in the streets selling shit (bitch, uh)
I be in the field and you'll squeal, telling shit 
Nigga, this is gang time, you can't turn the gang

Text me when you ready
Call when you ready
Hit my phone when you need my love
Facetime when you ready
Got time when you ready
Press send when you

Waking up everyday so early in the morning
Row after row our tiny naked bodies are press against the wall
Waking up everyday so early in the morning

about the Benjamin's & I can't get enough
Stay on the grind cuz I swear I know that feeling when you stuck
I press decline if that shit ain't bout no

on this dash, I press the gas, I know I'm gettin' away this a AMG
Told em not to play with me
I've been in the field, I'm earning stripes, sum like

trust her all along
Now I'm fucking on some twins just hoping that they get along
Trapping was a sport I play the field like I'm at home
Hoping that my

and SB going in
All you lames at the door getting kicked
It's just a light flex and we don't miss
And I don't miss nothing nah
100 from the field
Another

Now they sayin' aye look
We needa talk
Yeah Nah
When feds wanna take out the tape
And press record
Yeah Nah
Machine on a opp fill him up bra
Friends

Aye 

Aye

Haffi sow di seed and men dem grow 
Mek dem grow

Aye

Ah Br!dge time now

Haffi sow di seed and mek dem grow
Dung inna di field from

get back the way I hustled and felt the thrill
I'm tryna stay rich so I can cover every bill
I'm stayin' in pocket, a quarterback in the field
Passed