Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em
And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den
Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing
Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving
They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money
Naw but if there's grass in the field, then just like me,
Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field
No longer with us; he's deceased
My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul
The game wit a field goal our coach said good job boys u were on a roll
Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend
I could hold you down in a forest or a field
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