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Swear, this world tour 'bout to be a field trip, yeah
Stack it up and then I double it
No time for mumbling, show 'em where trouble is
Been with my

hurting 4 real
Cause I’m in my bag look 4 real
Fuck a nigga it is what it is
In that field you get hurt or get killed
I’m better off by myself eating a meal

I can't tell if the child's my own
Just to think I would have loved to be grown
Memorizing an apostasy
From corporate ecstasy

Fetalize and test my

got the cheeta heels, imma needa feel ok?
I be really in the field, really in the field ok?

Feel ok?
Tell'em labels cut a deal ok?
Want a mansion in

to the side when I drive we gone ride out
How could I turn back know when they need me the most
Like a soldier in the field got to stay on my toes

I live my

gotta have faith that it's for the best
It's just another test - wait and see

ALL SHALL BE REVEALED
ALL SHALL BE REVEALED
IN THE ROCK AND FIELD
ALL SHALL

Like a field trip through our mind zone and we brought you all along
Leave your problems and your heartaches in the fire at the door
Hip hop, a little

get rowdy like Rebel, my niggas around me you don't want no smoke in the field

This for real baby
Tryna live in the hills baby
Nigga tried to test, he

run it up in a lambo truck
Shawty a dime gotta put her in the cut
In the backseat lemme test my luck, yeah
Love or lust
Just be honest with me from

Popping tags on tags
I feel like it's my life again
Foggy fields and ice on my perfect ten
Say she got a man, the moon stays the same
Keep my head

a bus that seems like a ghost,
An endless test, patience the cost.
The hours stretch like the fields that sprawl,
In this vast green maze, I feel so

me Hus the way I be silent
Me and my niggas we spreading the violence
She talking to much, be quiet
Been in the field, like call me a tyrant
Like been

percs yeah a mothafucka throwed as shit
Got a bad lil bitch with a fat ol ass she finna throw that shit
Got a brand new mothafuckin 223 Nigga wanna test

money that's a rich move
You can ask my big brother I been smooth
Wit my Day1's making chess moves
Had a fake homie like da test tubes
Gotta cut you off

life
Shawty I am nothing like the next guy 
But don't you try to take me on a test drive 
Going for excel, not tryna get by 
So don't you try to take me

the grams that I sold

When I was trapping in the field I ain't wanna get a job 
All I wanted was a mill, motivated for my mom
Remember stressing bout

quest in my rhymes
Real vivid, I'm real with it
I'm real witty this for my field niggas
Real niggas who pay attention
When I reveal pictures you get out

I'm on they necks, ain't no capping, that's just straight up
They gone try to test your faith, try to take your soul
I'm never losing faith along

to the trap you good in the hood
My baby so perfect look like meagan good
I don't gotta test you know we understood
You get me turnt like a party
You my baby i

the field
Keep it buck, til we touching them mills (Aye)
And still gotta keep that shit real
Smoking that OG, gotta cough
Made me a W, out a lose
You wish you

sending shots
Think he could fight let's put it to test
Them bullets gone rip through his chest
With them hollows he fighting with death
Think he could

the work
Or is you gon leave
You the type to keep the faith
Or not believe
When you put to the test
Do you settle for Cs?
Oh no no
Don't answer me
Your

stunts
Running 'round the field grabbed many, many punts
Bitches be all over my dick, like please get off of that shit
She says she wants to take a test

Demar and Justin Fields
Jet speed like I'm in a nascar
Test me , we all know you not hard
Nasty , she know how to play her part
Bless me, way more money