Fields (feat. Malik)

Woo Fresh off the plane, Konnichiwa Only in the present, I no longer believe in time I don't see my family half as much as I see the sky Knew this shit was comin', I just chose not to read the signs We never like to get involved in all that crystal ball talk I see the future, I love all y'all, follow or fall off Ain't no numbers saved, only shots in my call log Unconcerned, would hate my mission just to not involve ya Okay, take me to your leader, I show you he just a Cousin Skeeter People worship parasites, they just eat up, they believe it Jeepers creepers, heebie-jeebies, I was just an in-betweener Hype, my GF let me f- her in Magic Jazz Adidas Time move on, now we grow, felonies and misdemeanors Still, with my original niggas, fuck your feature, we don't need ya Every verse a universe, twist the flow up like Lupita B-, I'm just a hustler, the nigga version of a diva Yeah, recenter, realign Know I gotta take care of mine, when I'm outta my way, yeah Outta my way Uh, ooh, yeah Ooh, let us take a drive, this gon' take me back every time See, the roots never change, yeah I won't ever change Yeah (Like this, just like this, like this, just like this) Oh, woo We gon' break these Legos down for y'all We gon' crumble these towers Okay, okay this my favorite part of the night We gon' say, we gon' say a person, and when y'all get it y'all come in, alright, here we go I don't know what y'all been told But I gotta get me a rabbit's toe And twin shiny fronts, better be real gold And a airbrushed tee, represent my bro That wasn't hard at all, was it? Who got that? Raise your hand if you ain't got it Uh-huh, go and get them extra drink or somethin' Or a, or a b-, or a dance Alright, here we go, everybody, here we go I said I don't know what y'all been told But I gotta get me a rabbit's toe And twin shiny fronts, better be real gold And a airbrushed tee, represent my bro I said, I don't know what y'all been told But I gotta get me a rabbit's toe And twin shiny fronts, better be real gold And a airbrushed tee, represent my bro This off the cap, the Cumberland N- plottin', wonderin' Will Jesus ever come again? Well man, I hate to achy break it to ya, baby But they say that man ain't never have s- I guess he ain't arrived yet, but I got off on a tangent Too many coffins to handle, not enough hands on the deck Too many candlelight vigils, I cry a tear, it ain't wet I took some d- that night, I took a north side drive I called the Buckhead high, since then I never been right I got some babies in the West End that'll crush your melon If you ever get to testin' my profession I know I told a pen, but I ink you up Chattahoochee stink you up Rest in peace Omari, every day I still think you up N- pushin' twenty, only paper seen is paper cups Baby, pushin' forty, cats still out here tryna lay her up Everybody horny, now let's f- and sleep, then wake on up Everybody horny, so let's f- and sleep, then wake on up Yeah, recenter, realign Know I gotta take care of mine, when I'm outta my way Yeah, outta my way Uh, ooh, yeah Ooh, let us take a drive, this gon' take me back every time See, the roots never change, yeah I won't ever change, ooh