The Field E

Hey, check it out though. Hey, what's happening? Hey. Yeah. Yo, I'm in the Palisades, drunk as fuck in Riviera. Palace collar shirt with the Dickies on, Got the crackers starin'. I don't even go for the diggers, just got A membership. Been bangin' since the early 2000s, I've been a member since. I don't do designer, but know I be in Exclusive shit. 'Cause Price put me on in the Decade before they called it drip. But me, I'm still a gangsta, I walk around With it on my hip. And ever since Tiny Got killed, they took a hundred trips. Play the field and the bench, one time we Hit the feds. Still paranoid when the phone crackle Like it's the feds. Burgundy or it's the red, Opps know we leave 'em dead. And I go do my dirt by my lonely, Don't ask me if I slid. Don't ask me shit, uh, yeah. Prayin' for them niggas that's still in the field. Don't ask me shit, uh, yeah. Prayin' for them niggas that's still in the field. Don't ask me shit. Prayin' for them niggas that's still in the field, Mm. Don't ask me shit. Prayin' for them niggas that's still in the field, Shh. Got niggas with stripes that can't fight. Seein' murders in my sleep got me sleepin' light. Y'all niggas don't know me. Prayin' for homies, the devil been on me. South Central, when I ran to my shirt, they Counted on me. Young niggas ridin' with K's, Can't look they mama in the face. High Tea grizzly, pull up in the J's with Uno and Baby Lace. Get the camera out my face, I ain't got Nothin' to say. Before I pull this four-five, nigga, I'll still take A fade. Uh, for real. 'Cause niggas get killed for run they mouth 'round Here. I don't know where you from, but niggas gettin' Killed for run they mouth 'round here. Uh, For real, uh.