Live from the field where s**as get k**ed Only few are familiar, real recognize real homie Tryna get paid, we got the same ideas Write another dope buy a boat have the marina reaping the reefer And the deck full of hoes, real n***a tho, make the whole neighborhood go, like you don't know Who the 65 impala, four k**a game slice they throat, put the knife to they vein, nice like This a low ride, in the rain smoke away the pain that's been resting on my brain Industry games, hit you quicker than a runaway train Youll wake up with no change, never to be heard from again mane Talking whole career gone, from well- known to unknown Cars gotta go back, whole life off track Homies they escaped, house got foreclosed Never that though, got hella stacks slaging rap dope Frequent flyer miles N.O. to the LBC PEACE side on the rise Well off JETS approaching the runway Wheels up