Nipsey Hussle ft. Bino, Young Dolph - The Field Lyrics

Really came up in the field, get money, get life or get killed
Man how the fuck it's gone feel, when we starts touchin' them mils
We ain't got nothing but shells, we ain't got nothing to tell
Watch how the story unveil, bet you the hustla prevail
Equity all in my deals, 900 dollars a meal
Fuck with that T-Bone and Snow Crab
Hoggy like shrimp when it's chill
Slide on them leathers from Frankfort
Smell it make sure it dont stank first
Test her make sure that brain work
Beat that shit all out the framework
You was just sayin' my name, no?
I figured you know how this game go
So run me yo watch and yo chain bro
But next time I'm callin my gang tho
Shinin got all of chains on, back of that 'bach gettin' my brains blown
Ran up that check then I layed low
Make sure that money gone make more
Nigga y'all witnessed it we got eight businesses hater that's bankroll
You could die if I say so
Heavy like 77th st, case closed
Shit'll get straight cold
Shit is just business we pull up and take souls
Gorillas in ape mode
L.A county uh teach you that predator play mode

Yeah, really from up in the house
Really thumpers in the couch, really say what I'm about
Off the block I made a whole onion
Heavy hustle got the name buzzin'
In the kitchen whippin' tryna gain something
Fuck her threw her to my lame cousin
Bitches know I got a chain comin'
Nigga know I got a chain coming
Pussy talkin know he got a fade comin'
Pull up on me with the same thuggin'
I ran it up with my bitch
She gone get cracking with me and don't save nothin
I can't be wasting my time
What I'ma do it for if it don't make nothin'
I keep my 'four on my hip
'Cause I chase a bag I know they won't take from me
I know they won't take from me

In my traphouse I trust, about bitches I don't give a fuck
Let's see how fast you can count it, came up off 16 ounces
I just parked my Wraith in the hood, cook it in my Backwood
And I gotta sack for her, don't know bout you but life good
I ain't been doing nothin' but countin' paper
Duckin' and dodging these haters
Bitches they making me sick
Tell em fuck em nigga get they weight up
Remember sittin in the house, wit about a hunnid pounds
Pitbulls in the backyard and we gotta couple hunnid rounds
Nigga where the fuck you was at, I ain't never seen you out here
Momma and my daddy was fucked up nigga I was forced to be out here

Yeah, really from up in the house
Really thumpers in the couch, really say what I'm about
Off the block I made a whole onion
Heavy hustle got the name buzzin'
In the kitchen whippin' tryna gain something
Fuck her threw her to my lame cousin
Bitches know I got a chain comin'
Nigga know I got a chain coming
Pussy talkin know he got a fade comin'
Pull up on me with the same thuggin'
I ran it up with my bitch
She gone get cracking with me and don't save nothin
I can't be wasting my time
What I'ma do it for if it don't make nothin'
I keep my 'four on my hip
'Cause I chase a bag I know they won't take from me
I know they won't take from me