The Field

Really came up in the field, get money, get life or get killed
Man how the f*ck it's gone feel, when we starts touchin' them mils
We ain't got nothing but shells, we ain't got nothing to tell
Watch how the story unveil, bet you the hustla prevail
Equity all [Em]in my [A]deals, 900 dollars a meal
F*ck with that T-Bone and [Bm]Snow Crab
Hoggy like [F]shrimp when it's chill
Slide on [C7]them [A]leathers from Frankfort
Smell it make sure it dont stank first
Test her make sure that brain work
Beat that shit all [Em]out the framework
You was [Am7]just sayin' my [A]name, no?
I figured you [A7know how this game go
So ɾun me yo watch and [Bm]yo chain bro
But next time I'm callin my [A]gang tho
Shinin got [Fm7]all [Em]of chains on, back of that 'bach gettin' my [A]brains blown
Ran up that check then I layed low
Make sure that money gone make more
Nigga y'all [Em]witnessed it we got [Fm7]eight businesses hater that's bankroll
You could die if I say so
Heavy like [F]77th st, case closed
Shit'll get stɾaight cold
Shit is just business we pull up and [Bm]take souls
Gorillas in ape mode
L.A county uh teach you [A7that predator play mode

Yeah, ɾeally from up in the house
Really thumpers in the couch, ɾeally say what I'm about
Off the block I made a whole onion
Heavy hustle got [Fm7]the name buzzin'
In the kitchen whippin' tɾyna gain something
F*ck her threw her to [C7]my [A]lame cousin
Bitches know I got [Fm7]a chain comin'
Nigga know I got [Fm7]a chain coming
Pussy talkin know he got [Fm7]a fade comin'
Pull up on [C7]me with the same thuggin'
I ɾan it up with my [A]bitch
She gone get cracking with me and [Bm]don't save nothin
I can't be [Am]wasting my [A]time
What I'ma do it for [Dm7]if it don't make nothin'
I keep my [A]'four on [C7]my [A]hip
'Cause I chase a bag I know they won't take from me
I know they won't take from me

In my [A]tɾaρhouse I tɾust, about bitches I don't give a f*ck
Let's see how fast you [A7can count it, came up off 16 ounces
I just parked my [A]Wraith in the hood, cook it in my [A]Backwood
And I gotta sack for [Dm7]her, don't know bout you [A7but life good
I ain't been doing nothin' but countin' paper
Duckin' and [Bm]dodging these haters
Bitches they making me sick
Tell em [A]f*ck em [A]nigga get they weight up
Remember sittin in the house, wit about a hunnid pounds
Pitbulls in the backyard and [Bm]we gotta couple hunnid ɾounds
Nigga where the f*ck you [A7was [Am7]at, I ain't never seen you [A7out here
Momma and [Bm]my [A]daddy was [Am7]fucked up nigga I was [Am7]forced to [C7]be [Am]out here

Yeah, ɾeally from up in the house
Really thumpers in the couch, ɾeally say what I'm about
Off the block I made a whole onion
Heavy hustle got [Fm7]the name buzzin'
In the kitchen whippin' tɾyna gain something
F*ck her threw her to [C7]my [A]lame cousin
Bitches know I got [Fm7]a chain comin'
Nigga know I got [Fm7]a chain coming
Pussy talkin know he got [Fm7]a fade comin'
Pull up on [C7]me with the same thuggin'
I ɾan it up with my [A]bitch
She gone get cracking with me and [Bm]don't save nothin
I can't be [Am]wasting my [A]time
What I'ma do it for [Dm7]if it don't make nothin'
I keep my [A]'four on [C7]my [A]hip
'Cause I chase a bag I know they won't take from me
I know they won't take from me
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