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Turn down and I'll give him hell, my pistol on me, yeah, well
Bitch, nigga, better not test me, or I bet he fail
Let this chopper rock, his body lock

bills (nah)
This life is real, you don't know 'bout the field (real)
My man got life, I told him chill and just try to appeal (appeal it)
They think

Oh I fell in love, like they do in the magazines,
On a football field, it was a long daydream.
All my high school spent in faithful disbelief
I know

game, a daily tug-of-war
For rich or for poor, or death do us part, niggas come for test

Still grimy (grimy, nigga)
Still slimey (slimey)
Don't try

Twas in the year of our Lord 1855
The snow lay thick far and wide
Over rooftops through the fields
Did Satan leave his mark?
Something evil

(uh-huh) 
You niggas don't play in the field (don't do it)
You play with the fire, you better use it (use it) 
Don't pump-fake, and don't you abuse it

ass niggas wasn't in the field
Really be with all thugs bitch I'm certified
I been hustling all day get the money right
Keep it lowkey nigga when I'm in

Nigga I'm ballin' feeling like Pac
Ballin' above the rim
Out in that field niggas be cappin'
They is one of them
Stay to myself don't trust no thot
They

Kyler Murray in the pocket launch it like a rocket
Stop and pop it it's droppin' and can't nobody block it
Run the field and lemme rock it like I'm

coming from the East Coast
Everybody knows that, I'm on fuckin beast mode
At least hoes know not to test me
If the cops come they'll have to arrest me

I just been stuck in my head
In my feelings and shit
Losing yourheart in the field
Ain't no living
So how you still breathing this shit
Niggas was

endorse
One less of their favors

Yall already know my skills in the field
Blue Dream by the ounce, bout 2 kill em at will
High key need a yacht how I'm

I gave these streets my all
But it ain't ever nothing back
Main objective was to ball
Hittin the field like a running back
Flipping packs always inna

know that Mr one
Zero's dope as it gets
All your product's stepped on
And your jewelry's fake
You got bass, I got uncut Peruvian flake
One taste test

did it at the corner 
Like we’s in a fucken field, hit it like a penalty tell her baby 
You be steal, I’m convinced, I probably fuck dat bitch 
She

but my head is full of my doubts
Walking on the field yeah, hit a homerun
Falling to my knees yeah, bitch I'm so done
Copy all my notes yeah, I'm your

a hunter
He just kick shit in the field, but they don't call that boy the punter
Yeah, this life shit getting crazy, but I know that I'ma prosper
And his

my fields
You're pushing me around
Don't care about how I feel
An ill minded mindset
Is finna get you killed
From struggling down deep
Too deeper down

Un uh, un uh
Yeah
Un uh, un uh, un uh
Yeah
Ypc, how you be
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Damn
Ypc, how you be
I'm in the field I got a X-Factor
I'm in the field

instead of brains
Usually they sprout in fields and plains
In key positions without stains
Left and right and east and west
Good, the ones that I like best

Nigga think he on the field on Instagram, but your bitch be bustin' it down on Instagram
The opps be gettin' shot, we really be killin' them
Niggas

on the plate is it food or marijuana
From my mamas in the field
To my hustlers on the corner
We gone take this bitch back
Time to run up what they owe us
Sick

burn all the fields to upset the swarm of locusts

Always so bright but had a cloudy day addiction
A decade back, you'd a found me chasing women
So,

dis Always dressed the cleanest
Like I'm on a show with Cleveland Double pump dancing on your chest 
Test your rephlex

Maybe we could go
To a place