This is a song about "Field"

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In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Truthfully, some eye at least

I'm always out in the cotton field

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

Started from the cotton field but i made it pretty far.

Bring it back, i ain't saying that i'm nas here

Leveled the playing field how the fuck it feel

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

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

Been out in the field pickin' out those rhymes

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines