T.Y. (Rapper) - In The Field lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y] Yeah, yeah, yeah 2017, we ain't gon' waste a minute We done a**embled the family Yeah, yeah, yeah Brought some of the family Brought some of the toys to Atlanta We got in the studio, we drop some hammers Quick lil' six piece Like a mission statement for the company Let you know what we gon' do this year Pretty much our own sh** [Verse 1: Curren$y] Them n***as show they true colours when you come up They don't want you in motion, they want you stuck They see you goin', hope you f** it up Don't know how you can hang around them fools so much That's the ones you don't trust, dope in the pot Somebody turn the stove up Spitta in the cut with twenty cones stuffed, you know what Finna f** somethin' up, show off Live from New Orleans, there's no love That mean when it come s**ers, we got no love Cuban links and hoodie mane, Range truck When I go to sleep that's all I can think of [Hook: Curren$y] Jet Life, all my n***as after the same thing On the field like a football team, Jet Life Jet Life, all my n***as got on the same chain Pullin' up in all kind of machines, Jet Life Jet Life, all my n***as after the same thing On the field like a football team, Jet Life Jet Life, all my n***as wearin' the same chain Pullin' up in all kind of machines, Jet Life [Verse 2: T.Y.] Look, hotbox the Range All these diamonds on me, you can go in skates Yeah a couple of b**hes comin' my way We'll run the world in a couple days Came back with nothin' but the cake Chevy ridin', yeah they make the ground shake I be grindin' like every damn day When it's time to hustle, know they don't pay When it's said and done, I'mma be the one n***a talkin' hottest underneath the sun All these n***as with all that sneak dissin' Knowing they ain't gon' drop n***a Jet life, we 'bout stuntin' Came through in H1 Hummers Lay laws now they all know Had a kick if you tryna score Straight to the block when I get of the road No, I will never forget, by my wo's Smell that k**er weed all of my clothes In the lab bout to drop off a load Flood the streets with that Audio Dope Yea we known to come at they throat Land on mine I let that blow Don't touch no b**h don't lust no hoe [Hook: Curren$y] Jet Life, all my n***as after the same thing On the field like a football team, Jet Life Jet Life, all my n***as got on the same chain Pullin' up in all kind of machines, Jet Life Jet Life, all my n***as after the same thing On the field like a football team, Jet Life Jet Life, all my n***as wearin' the same chain Pullin' up in all kind of machines, Jet Life [Verse 3: Cornerboy P] Fresh paint, tens beating tryna blow that inch Playing with it, bad b**h like what you doin' with her Tell that b**h name a car we pullin' up in it Just got a new Jet Life piece I never tuck my sh** Dirty on me, that thirty on me ridin' dirty in it Woes with me, work in it still swerving in it Dope boy, word is she f**in' Corner Boy Hustle hard, bought a watch then another car Stayed down, on these clowns played my part n***a Doin' numbers, learned that sh** from the start How you really feel, it's really real I'm really in the field Defense, cornerback and P ain't never lackin' [Hook: Curren$y] Jet Life, all my n***as after the same thing On the field like a football team, Jet Life Jet Life, all my n***as got on the same chain Pullin' up in all kind of machines, Jet Life Jet Life, all my n***as after the same thing On the field like a football team, Jet Life Jet Life, all my n***as wearin' the same chain Pullin' up in all kind of machines, Jet Life Jet Life Motherf**ers nervous and sh** It's too lit