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that they hate me 
I got me a snub nose
Niggas turned roguish 
But a nigga been cutthroat
Catch em down bad 
Shoot em thru da peacoat

Back in da field

to quit them pills
I mask up go do a drill
I get crunchy for the thrill
2019 you a gangster now?
Lets be for real
Side line shawty
Neva been up in the field

could arrange for us
Given they grew up in the field we step blindly
(I'm) thinking we boot up the computer and connect to the actual network
Of data that

My Glass half full but she keep telling me it's empty
Wearing those jeans that I like tryna tempt me
I know about her and her little sis karma
Head

Upon a porch of glass
She sits on a couch
Made of bricks
I take her hand
And lead her to the fields
Made of cologne
And under the moon
She reveals her

I will walk the hallways after classes in our school
Somewhere near the field
I'll catch a glimpse of you
When the leaves start turning
And you're

Talking to the emerald woman near the fields of blue
With her memories behind me, on the hills they move
Appearing to be in many motions at once

years straight, just like Ab
I got two cups
Ice like crushed glass
I'm off one
Bakers dozen of somethin' scummy up in the Honda
And back pack filled with

trash
They don't know about your past
And what you did with your last
So scared of breaking my heart
Fucked up and broke all of the glass
There ain't

Nowadays she been feeling my shit
Two minutes in
She was feeling my dick
Not from here bitch
I'm a martian
Keep your glass on
Wipe your lens
Buy that shit

Fields turn from green to gold to snow
A foot-worn path becomes a road
From tiny acorn, mighty oak
Chopped down for fuel to keep you warm

No hunger

I'd walk right into a field of mines
Swing the back door open of my mind
Throw in the towel without a fight
Who will keep me safe?
And stay with me

For chocolate inside that glass vase
I knew where she hid it
I had to go for a taste
I remember the time that we'd waste
Freestyling
With Biggs

vain
You saw knee to the field as an attempt for fame
But a knee to the neck as civil duty while ignoring the cries of pain
Malcom rolling in the grave,

OCD
Chicken out on the table my nigga first we feast
In the field with that eagle I'm tryin to duck PD
I ain't leaving out this bitch but I gotta roll

slippery
K dawging the track too bad
One point down bad now I'm running up bags
Tints too dark on the car you can't see through the glass
Gon have a bussdown

I'd hate to break your heart of glass
But nights like these never last
Up from the coast and smoggy shore
You traced my path and many more
I took

fields and chains of smog
Seas of plastic and glowing rivers
But sure I'll stop using straws

Two people stare in each other's eyes
Scared of their knives

got borrowed
Forgiveness is in vain
Could we ever live in tomorrow
Truly feeling the shame
Look at the glass shattered my car door
I wrecked the future

head down on my pillow
If you throw me a pitch down the middle I’ll hit it for a triple 
And then I’ll hit a single down the right field  line 
Now your

with a brass aint gone fake till i make it aint wearin no glass its some snakes ina field so im cuttin the grass slide ona i just hope ion crash think

like you in hell everytime you breathe. 
I wanna show you something. If you care to see. 
I been in This fucking field so long I been wearing cleats 
My

side ride
Slide
Chopper fly 
High tide 

Been out here in this field
Bout to run a drill 
You niggas know the deal
Tryna get a mill

You with the shits

this can’t be real
These niggas ain’t got common sense in the field
Better play ya role dog get a job at ford
Cuz a life in the streets you can never