Lyrics:
cant stop that
On the court, on the field too real
Untouchable handles I make it hard to steal
Posted on the blocx, dishing out the Rocx
I'm calling
No cares
That's just how it goes here
'Less they do the most here
Then we gotta clear air
Dirty if they cross lines
Shorty said it's all mines
Press
a pool in it
Big tanks like No Limit
Backyard wit the whole field
Lunatics got it lookin' like a tipdrill
Got them bitches drippin' by the boatload
it's four (with the white)
In the sky, and I feel like a drone (in the sky)
Hit a lick with a mash then we gone (hit a lick)
And I stay in the field
The streets and the cities
The alleys of woe
The forces of hatred
Are out of control
The lurk in the fields
Alone in the night
A sickly perversion,
noticed
Iota over illusion fields
Put the hammer down then harvest your yield
Pensive dimensions its Rousseau sword
False claims iggas ya must be bored
I don’t wanna press repeat because it over now
Tapi aku dah malas you gotta leave it now
Kalau aku suruh get the bag
They wanna try and fit in
Aku
the cause, then I had to press pause
I don't think I got paid since last week
Biggie never lost faith so I still pray
All my brothers like Will, in a Philly
on me, too bad I can't help this jezzie
Sd with me, two G's with me, shell so hotels get messy
See opps in the field, get messy
Them yutes been lying,
crazy
A thousand silver pylons in a field
Then rising up beside them
A beautiful skyscraper
So giant pink and shiny
It don't looks real
Silver
on my skin
Throwing issues in there
Ain't it nice out here
On the baseball field
When we're alone?
Press your lips against my neck
With me you don't
like Daquan
Pissed if you make man aggie
Couldn't care less I'm a top violator
Who's bad lemme feel like it MJ
Press on the Pressplay do it like Danny
4
Plenty of starch up in my jeans
Running through hoes like Natron Means
On the field with the ball
Knocking pictures off your wall
Don't need the dope in my
pressure, of course they love to press you
When they see dollar signs in your name like you're Ke$ha
Hot yoga, gotta let the heat stretch ya
Or else you go
hundred on my dash, I like to risk-take (Risk-take)
Jeweler hittin' my phone, he done my piece (Done my piece)
I been in the field, look at my cleats
on me, too bad I can't help this jezzie
Sd with me, two G's with me, shell so hotels get messy
See opps in the field, get messy
Them yutes been lying,
billfold hold still as pigskin when it's field goal time, now
That being said it's still '09
And I still got a lot of credit I still owe 9
But they charge
à Marseille!)
Corrompus, chômage!
Et ouais c'est le bordel sur la vie d'ma mère!
Ok démarre, press START, retourne la clef
Tous au galop alors, viens
I'm trying to break through
I am reaching for the sky
I am frayed torn in two through
Fields of the fallen lost in the gray
It's 4:18. Every step brings
The streets and the cities
The alleys of woe
The forces of hatred
Are out of control
The lurk in the fields
Alone in the night
A sickly perversion,
We're hunting open secrets
We're searching high and low
Intrepid we might be we'll never know
Under a press of canvas
We're on the parting
thoughts, I ain't about sellin out
To me pop is chop, and I don't give a hell about
The media, press, whoever don't like it
Rhymes hype, just give me a mic
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