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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Field Mob
Field Mob
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Not a writer
Not a writer
Composer
Darion Crawford
Darion Crawford
Composer
Shawn Johnson
Shawn Johnson
Composer
Emanuel Anderson
Emanuel Anderson
Composer
Amin Miller
Amin Miller
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ole-e
Ole-e
Producer
Pop
Pop
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Rent thirty days late, gotta be gone by Saturday
Tired of selling 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 ladies
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 wlka 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' plays for my people
Follow a leader, I'm my brotha's keeper, for real
[Verse 2]
I'ma have me a big nice Caddy
House on a 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 a hill for my ma' and my pappy
Live life happy and I'm still nappy
Makin' legal money, no feds tryna trap me
[Verse 3]
If you ever been broke, put your hands up
You been broke, put your hands up, puts your hands up
You ever been broke, put your hands up
You been broke, put your hands up, put 'em up
[Verse 4]
What ya know 'bout havin' no dough, no coast 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 doors, no Vogues
Wood kits, Momos, outfits Polo, pockets so swole
Jenny Craig called, Escalade hog in the yard
Talkin' care a ya folks too, belly full of soul food
Chitlins, greens, porkchops, green beans
I pray for that, each and everyday 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 to 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
[Verse 5]
I'ma have me a big nice Caddy
House on a 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 a hill for my ma' and my pappy
Live life happy and I'm still nappy
Makin' legal money, no feds tryna trap me
[Verse 6]
If you ever been broke, put your hands up
You been broke, put your hands up, puts your hands up
You ever been broke, put your hands up
You been broke, put your hands up, put 'em up
[Verse 7]
Now, put your hands up if you're broke, folks
One day you eat free lunch and you never had cable
Put yo' 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 cousin smokin' the car atennas
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 po', we been po'
That's how it is in the field, for real
[Verse 8]
I'm have me a big nice Caddy
House on a 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 a hill for my ma' and my pappy
Live life happy and I'm still nappy
Makin' legal money, no feds tryna trap me
[Verse 9]
If you ever been broke, put your hands up
If you've 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
[Verse 10]
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
[Verse 11]
I'm have me a big nice Caddy
House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy
Live life happy and I'm still nappy
****, legal money, no feds tryna trap me
[Verse 12]
If you ever been broke, put your hands up
You been broke, put your hands up, puts your hands up
You ever been broke, put your hands up
You been broke, put your hands up, put 'em up
Written by: Amin Miller, Darion Crawford, Emanuel Anderson, Not a writer, Shawn Johnson
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