Field Trips (feat. Rome Streetz)

Fuck they know about it Try to tell 'em some' Due time, uh Yo, uh-huh, ayo Turn my trials 'n' tribulations into thousands (I did) But I'm far from finished, 'bout to pull millions out it (uh-huh) These niggas salty I'm winnin' Fuck how they feel about it (fuck y'all niggas) These niggas all washed up, flabby, sick and sour Your mixtapes ain't selling, ribs still touchin' (haha) You drop 200 songs a year and still nothin' (niggas washed up) I'm still shittin' on everything that you do, disgustin' Givin' no fucks, my duck it's up through the hustlin' Wise guys derived from plays on the dark street (uh-huh) Hand-to-hand all-star, got cream out the concrete None of you cornballs could ever compete (fuck outta here) Narcotics stash clever as we sped in the Jeep Takin' trips for the bag (skrr) Deep in the land, where a snake could be a man And it's real easy to get a toe tag (brap brap brap) Hard to slow down, I'm accustomed to making dough fast Ounce, quarter, half, a whole slab Seen six figures off the shit I cook up in the lab (I did) Took a path others ain't fit to follow You either eat or starve, sit in sorrow Not promised to get tomorrow So today I need all of my shit Before I click it on you, nigga (grr, grr) Cuz I'm on my shit for real Field trips, in the field gremlins rip and steal Hit a lick in the ho' Then we quick to peel Cop so much bread feel like this shit isn't real But I'm on my shit for real Field trips, in the field gremlins rip and steal Hit a lick in the ho' Then we quick to peel Cop so much bread feel like this shit isn't real Catch a fume, beware, this not for weak lungs Blood on SB Dunks, property that's beach front (some time) Shorty wit' the C-cups, her legs thick like tree trunks (shorty!) Dropped a hunnid in the wishing well She prayed for free pumps (good Lord) The dock cleaner lock stealer out the car dealer Peace to my pallbearers, mass panic shot pillar (ace!) Burn your chest like a shot of tequila No hospitals 'round here, just a bush doctor Chakra healer (pelodos) Too much bass in your voice, speak in flat tones Buckies scraping rezzie out they pipe Cookin' black stones (you know those buckies) Spending checks until the cash gone My girl hit the bad phone She said she miss me, want me back home (right back) North side, empty stomachs, bunch of cold meals (north side) My baebae, she opened up a can of smoked eel (oh baebae) Made it happen for myself, that's how the hope feels Out here makin' dope deals, I don't need a dope deal (not at all) Cuz I'm on my shit for real Field trips, in the field gremlins rip and steal Hit a lick in the ho' Then we quick to peel Cop so much bread feel like this shit isn't real But I'm on my shit for real Field trips, in the field gremlins rip and steal Hit a lick in the ho' Then we quick to peel Cop so much bread feel like this shit isn't real The world will live in fear