Текст песни Project Dreamz - Field Mob
Rent
thirty
days
late,
gotta
be
gone
by
Saturday
Tired
of
sellin'
cocaine,
folks
tryna
trap
me
Every
night
dreamin
'bout
livin'
life
lavish
A
watch
full
of
karats,
a
candy
coated
Caddy
Off
the
show
flo',
sittin'
on
fo'
Vogues
Oak
wood
gear
shift,
steer
and
dash
door
Choppin'
on
seventeen
inch
Indies
Bling
bling
from
my
mouth
to
my
pinky
Enough
about
my
jewelry,
grill
and
my
Fleetwood
Financially
stable
so
my
folks
can
eat
good
House
sittin'
out
on
the
hill
to
sleep
good
Livin'
peaceful
just
like
we
should
Money
legal,
no
more
sellin'
reefer
No
more
feds
tryna
stick
me
like
a
needle
When
it's
cold
outdo's
come
in
I
heat
ya
You
ain't
gotta
walk
in
the
sun,
I
A.C.
ya
Don't
worry
'bout
that
burglar
comin'
to
creep
ya
He
trapped
by
alarms
and
the
millimeter
I'm
a
do
or
die
ol'
playa
for
my
people
Follow
a
leader
I'm
my
brotha's
keeper,
for
real
I'ma
have
me
a
big
nice
Caddy
House
on
the
hill
for
my
ma'
and
my
pappy
Live
life
happy
and
I'm
still
nappy
Makin'
legal
money,
no
feds
tryna
trap
me
I'ma
have
me
a
big
nice
Caddy
House
on
the
hill
for
my
ma'
and
my
pappy
Live
life
happy
and
I'm
still
nappy
Nigga,
legal
money,
no
feds
tryna
trap
me
If
you
ever
been
broke
put
your
hands
up
You
been
broke
put
your
hands
up,
put
your
hands
up
You
ever
been
broke
put
your
hands
up
You
been
broke
put
your
hands
up,
put
'em
up
What
ya
know
'bout
havin
no
dough,
no
coat
for
the
winter?
Remember,
we
poor
folk
Most
cut
yolk
and
smoke
'ports,
cut
throats
and
ya
dope
hoe
Talk
about
they
wanna
'Lac
with
four
do's,
no
Vogues
Wood
kit
and
Momo's,
outfits-
Polo,
pockets-
so
swole
Jenny
Craig
called-
Escalade
hog
in
the
yard
Breakin'
off
ya
folks
too,
belly
full
of
soul
food
Chitt'lins,
greens,
pork
chops,
green
beens
Yeah,
I
pray
for
that,
each
and
every
day
I
rap
I
rap
with
God
'cause
I
feel
you
ain't
really
safe
with
gats
We
escape
slacks
but
government
helped
in
welfare
My
folk
cries
to
the
law
and
ain't
no
help
there
We
ain't
had
much,
the
less
to
brag
about
but
mo'
to
lose
I
ran
the
street,
Mama
told
me
go
to
school
But
now
I
got
a
chance
to
change
thangs
and
maintain
Mo'
so,
I
ain't
gotta
slang
'caine
no
mo'
Hell
yeah
boy,
if
you
really
understand
dirt
Well,
I'ma
rap
and
you
gon'
clap
until
your
hands
hurt
I
ain't
the
only
person
feel
like
I
feel,
gotta
live
like
I
live
And
wanna
chill,
for
real
I'ma
have
me
a
big
nice
Caddy
House
on
the
hill
for
my
ma'
and
my
pappy
Live
life
happy
and
I'm
still
nappy
Makin'
legal
money,
no
feds
tryna
trap
me
I'ma
have
me
a
big
nice
Caddy
House
on
the
hill
for
my
ma'
and
my
pappy
Live
life
happy
and
I'm
still
nappy
Nigga,
legal
money,
no
feds
tryna
trap
me
If
you
ever
been
broke
put
your
hands
up
You
been
broke
put
your
hands
up,
put
your
hands
up
You
ever
been
broke
put
your
hands
up
You
been
broke
put
your
hands
up,
put
'em
up
Now,
put
your
hands
up
if
you're
broke
folks
tried
[Incomprehensible]
But
y'all
ate
free
lunch
and
you
never
had
[Incomprehensible]
Put
ya
hands
up,
if
you
feel
my
hurt
Have
you
ever
bathed
with
soap
the
size
of
a
Cert?
Don't
disguise
the
dirt
then
'cause
we
all
know
rocks
It's
the
real
reason
furniture
go
to
the
pawn
shop
'Cause
ya
crackhead
'cuz
smokin'
the
car
antennas
I
understand
see,
it's
a
junkie
in
every
family
'Member
hand-me-down,
tight
pants,
lookin'
slim
in
'em
If
they
too
big,
what
you
do?
Put
a
hem
in
'em
'Member
talkin'
over
the
loud
sounds
when
the
wind
blow
'Cause
the
trash
bag's
replacin'
yo'
car
window
Man,
I
been
po',
I
been
poor,
we
been
po'
That's
how
it
is
in
the
Field,
for
real
I'ma
have
me
a
big
nice
Caddy
House
on
the
hill
for
my
ma'
and
my
pappy
Live
life
happy
and
I'm
still
nappy
Makin'
legal
money,
no
feds
tryna
trap
me
I'ma
have
me
a
big
nice
Caddy
House
on
the
hill
for
my
ma'
and
my
pappy
Live
life
happy
and
I'm
still
nappy
Nigga,
legal
money,
no
feds
tryna
trap
me
If
you
ever
been
broke
put
your
hands
up
You
been
broke
put
your
hands
up,
put
your
hands
up
You
ever
been
broke
put
your
hands
up
You
been
broke
put
your
hands
up,
put
'em
up
I'ma
have
me
a
big
nice
Caddy
House
on
the
hill
for
my
ma'
and
my
pappy
Live
life
happy
and
I'm
still
nappy
Makin'
legal
money,
no
feds
tryna
trap
me
I'ma
have
me
a
big
nice
Caddy
House
on
the
hill
for
my
ma'
and
my
pappy
Live
life
happy
and
I'm
still
nappy
Nigga,
legal
money,
no
feds
tryna
trap
me
If
you
ever
been
broke
put
your
hands
up
You
been
broke
put
your
hands
up,
put
your
hands
up
You
ever
been
broke
put
your
hands
up
You
been
broke
put
your
hands
up,
put
'em
up
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