We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car
Of masc to the field and double to the r
Told j-dot, when you get on that battle field, you're ready to win or lose.
But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth
Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive
Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes
Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field
No longer with us; he's deceased
Cause i been in the field life on the line with him
Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin
A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood
And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could
Yeah u a player, that don't hit the field
Womanizing to say the least
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