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Field Trips Ft. Rome Streetz
Daniel Son
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Futurewave
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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
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