Field

Yeah... Yeah...

These niggas fake as fuck I see it in they eye
(Eye)
Pull up to they fuckin' block they wonder why
These niggas fake as fuck I see it in they eye
(Eye)
Yeah... yeah I see it in they eye

This shit forreal, yeah I tote that steel
Pull up with that four five put it to ya fuckin' grill
These niggas so mad I put some ice up on my grill
Pull up to ya bitches house I give that bitch chills

Yeah, this shit forreal
How you gonna ball if you ain't in the field?
All this ice up on me man I did it with no deal
Eatin everyday, I never used to have a meal

Nigga like you never had to fuckin' hustle
Nigga like me had to get it off the muscle
No lil bitch I dont wanna fuckin' cuddle
I gotta get these bands
Gotta get these fuckin bundles

Old homies switched up so I cut em'
Certified getta, wont hesitate to send my hittas

Yeah... & I'm counting these figures
I ain't in to my feelings
But I'm into the millions
My money efficient
Heard that you niggas is snitching

Everything is really real no no pretending
Need my money right now, ain't no lending
Yeah a nigga so high, I ain't landing

Young nigga water like a navy seal
Get another soda I just popped a seal
This the real thing
No its not a drill
Pistol on the counter
Weed up in the air, yeah

Yeah, this shit forreal
How you gonna ball if you ain't in the field?
All this ice up on me man I did it with no deal
Eatin everyday, I never used to have a meal

Yeah, this shit forreal
How you gonna ball if you ain't in the field?
All this ice up on me man I did it with no deal
Eatin everyday, I never used to have a meal



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Writer(s): Terry Mcdowell
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