IN THE FIELD

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I been walking through the mud
I grabbed my cleats and pads
They were sleeping for a minute, that just made me mad
Backwood hazy, plus the runtz, it just got mixed with pressure
My dawg said he needed me to come through with the extra

Coach just told me if I draw it up, don't let me down
They used to say I was too cocky, they should see me now
Backwood hazy, plus the runtz, it just got mixed with pressure
My dawg said he needed me to come through with the extra

[Chorus]
Back on that gang shit for real
Told all my playas I got some shit that's way past a pill
We was in the trenches with some racks just like we signed a deal
I'ma make 'em feel it in the chest, better come correct for real
Boom, we came right back for real

[Verse 2]
Living life fast, I'm zoning
Two coupe whip, that's soon they noticed
Every day a struggle but gotta keep going
My heart got cold in this shit, it's frozen
Watch me take off real quick, that fast life
Tryna do the dash in that Lamb', my cash right
This gon' start that story
Big ass house, I feel like Corey
Bitch so bad, on me I'm scoring
No look pass, I feel like Magic
I been in the trenches getting back, I'm active
Two-tone whip, this life fantastic
Copy
Haters switching this shit up
They even starting to like me
I could never give it up
That's my bae, she wifey

[Chorus]
Still moving this shit strong, it's like I'm built to win
She said this her favorite song, you know you back on 10
I been putting all my pain on tracks, this an album
They always count me out but you know that's not outcome

[Verse 3]
Working all day like I got a few clones
Started it back, now the front my new home
I was staying down while the plan was too strong
I was giving hope every month a new song
Wildin'
Might catch me on ya campus like I went to college
At the let out, I see 'em watching,
My life came with options

[Verse 4]
Youngin' blowed up so quick
He cold
How you turn your back on me?
VLONE
I was in the trap all day, two phones
We was getting back from them L's, too strong
No stylist
If you ever need remembrance, to know that I'm the realist
Still with it, whenever you mention me, bring up a ticket

[Chorus]
Back on that gang shit for real
Told all my playas I got some shit that's way past a pill
We was in the trenches with some racks just like we signed a deal
I'ma make 'em feel it in the chest, better come correct for real
Boom, we came right back for real