In the Field by Curren$y, Corner Boy P & T.Y. [Prod. Don Cannon]
Album : The Jetlanta
Genre : Hip Hop
Released : 2017
Yeah, yeah, yeah
2017, we ain’t gon’ waste a minute
We got a song with the family
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Brought some of the family
Brought some of the toys to Atlanta
We in the studio, we drop some hammers
Quick lil’ six piece
Like a major statement for the comin’, that you know who we going do with this shit, pretty much own shit
Them niggas show they true colours when we show up
They ‘ont want you in motion, they want you stopped
They see you goin’, hope you fuck it up
Don’t know how you can hang around your friends so much
Ask the ones you don’t trust, dope in the past
Somebody turn the stove up, [?]in the colour
Twenty count stock, you know what
Finna fuck, sum ’em up
Live from New Orleans, there’s no love
That mean when it come suckers, we got no love
Cuban links and hoodie mane, Range truck
When I go to sleep that’s all, like a tank top
Jet Life, all my niggas acting the same thing
On the field like a football team, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas wearin’ the same chain
Pullin’ up in all kind of machines, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas acting the same thing
On the field like a football team, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas wearin’ the same chain
Pullin’ up in all kind of machines, Jet Life
Hah, I bust the ring
All these diamonds on me, you can go in skates
Had a couple of bitches comin’ my way
Yeah run the world in a couple days
Came back with nothin’ but a case
Every rhyme, yeah they make the ground shake
I be grindin’ like every damn day
When it’s time to hustle, know they all pay
When I’m sittin’ through it, I’mma be the one
Nigga talkin’ how the sun ain’t need the sun
All these niggas do it all, they sneak dissin’
Knowing they ain’t gon’ drop nigga
Jet life, [?] boast stuntin’
Came through, [?]
Lay low, gotta yell “no”
Head at kick, you tryna scope
Straight to the block when I get of the road
No, I will never forget, by my wo’s
Smell that killer weed all of my clothes
Killer Lamb, I could trap her for low
Flux streets for dead [?], all of your dough
[?] come at
[?] won’t touch no bitch [?]
Jet Life, all my niggas acting the same thing
On the field like a football team, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas wearin’ the same chain
Pullin’ up in all kind of machines, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas acting the same thing
On the field like a football team, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas wearin’ the same chain
Pullin’ up in all kind of machines, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas acting the same thing
On the field like a football team, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas wearin’ the same chain
Pullin’ up in all kind of machines, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas acting the same thing
On the field like a football team, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas wearin’ the same chain
Pullin’ up in all kind of machines, Jet Life