In The Field Lyrics

There he go

Talking bout the past

Why he always mad

This is trash

Get out yo feelings

I'm just trying to get this bag

That's how you feel

Well I'm in the field

Feet in the dirt

Heart poking outta my shirt

Nat Turner or burner

I aim at a purp

We killing noise

Sickem boy

Illinois

Ye off the meds

You sound like a preacher to me

It's Easter to me

The real resurrected

Is me on these beats

They wanna party

My music too deep

If she wanna party throw it back

You can make it clap to this intellect

Make beat bounce like i finished it

In the club talking this freedom shit

Free my cuz

He hit a lick

He served fifteen

He paid for it

The government

Been robbing hoods

Ain't they ain't ever

Serve a lick

I'm Robin Hood

I'll take it back

And feed the streets

We in the field

Door to door wit it

Out the trunk

I'll give you more of it

It's no limit to the hustle

And my grind is currency

This the pay back

From way back

The vision here is free

There he go

Talking bout the past

Now we on his ass

Ima run it back for your caucasian class

Free them locked up for the weed

Give the hood back what it need

Streets gave me my first degree

College showed me how to eat

Music got my third degree

Now I bridge the industry

Burn the ideology

In the field where niggas bleed

In the trap

In the trenches

In the field

Streets listen

In the trap

In the trenches

In the field

Streets listen

In the trap

In the trenches

In the field

Streets listen

In the trap

In the trenches

In the field

Streets listen

Too black for the intro

Juneteenth flow

I was running on slave mode

Then I Django

Light it up

J Me

Make it burn slow

My niggas in the field

Plotting on an overthrow

White washed and watered down

Wake up homie you a clown

I'm in the field

Sharing stories

Ancestors still around

H town to the ville

VA different sound

Screw mixed wit neptunes

I'm that nigga now

Free them locked up for the weed

Give the hood back what it need

Streets gave me my first degree

College showed me how to eat

Music got my third degree

Now I bridge the industry

Burn the ideology

In the field where niggas bleed

In the trap

In the trenches

In the field

Streets listen

In the trap

In the trenches

In the field

Streets listen

In the trap

In the trenches

In the field

Streets listen

In the trap

In the trenches

In the field

Streets listen

White rappers make you comfortable

Culture shock

Y'all gon have to deal with me

Wait until my album drop

They thought we was one and done

If you offended by my records

You the problem

My purpose is to solve em

So ima bring the heat like Jimmy Butler

Niggas ballin

Put a condom on your ear

If my message too raw

You scared of being black balled

But on the culture's black balls

My queens getting raps off

Don't let em separate

They tryna auction art

Like it's the slave trade

I got the evidence

I'm sick of beating round the bush

If you telling me to hush

Cuz your angle don't align with us

My voice is dangerous

You play it safe that's why your music sucks

In the trap

In the trenches

In the field

Streets listen

Too black for your repost

That mean you ain't free yet

It is who it's for

Cuz they need that

I was In the field

Not worried bout the feedback

Every single line

Was a code

So they read back