In the Field lyrics

[Intro: Yhung T.O.]
I just want to be around, round-round-round-round
For my family and my rounds, rounds-rounds-rounds-rounds
Don't wanna be in these streets no more
Running from the police no more
I just want to be around, round-round

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I been in and out of town
Every time I'm back around
It be back to the same sh*t
Rockin' with this forty, tryna knock a n*gga down
I just want my n*ggas home
I just want my n*ggas home
She blowin' up my phone, callin' when I'm comin' home
Baby I'ma make it home

[Interlude: Lil Sheik]
Yeah n*gga QB comin' home, Wayn3 comin' home
I hope n*ggas ready for what they got coming n*gga
Real Big Money SOB sh*t, free all my n*ggas out that jam
f*ck all these suckers ass n*ggas, we sliding on n*ggas
Really out here in the field 'cause I promised I'ma make it home
All these hatin' ass n*ggas just mad we on
Sellin' out all these shows n*gga
And I dare a n*gga to try to come take something from us n*gga
f*ck suckers
[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
I be on way like, damn
Tryna get my cake right
f*ck the shooting range, I been slidin' down n*ggas' blocks lately
Tryna get my aim right
When you gone I'm in the field
I just got to keep it really
'Cause I owe it to my n*ggas, to slide on any n*gga
That's just the way I was built
I shoot with my right hand
Baby you know you my right hand
And when I come home and I'm laying next to you
Gotta keep it on the nightstand
I'm like what's up with you shawty
For you I'll catch a body
And if they take me before I lie in these streets
I'ma squeeze for you shawty

[Interlude: Lil Sheik]
These n*ggas ain't really ready for that sh*t
n*ggas PC'ed up in the hole n*gga, pookied ass n*ggas
Slide down the ass and get your whip flipped b*tch
Really on n*ggas, really upping scores and sh*t
Slidin' down n*ggas' blocks with them sticks n*gga
You n*ggas ain't really outside, you ain't in this field
Yeah free them n*ggas fighting real ass cases n*gga
And f*ck all you n*ggas that's sittin' there and snitching n*gga
[Verse 2: Daboii]
I'll never leave my brothers, I just hope they'll understand that
f*ck a hand out, I was the type to keep my hand back
Slide up on the block and ask them suckers where they mans at
And if we find that n*gga you'll never get your mans back
Claim he hungry but ain't eating, eyes bigger than his stomach
We clutching everywhere we go 'cause we be really thinking
And you ain't gettin' money n*gga, you be really fronting
Hit a lick with your mans and you ain't knuck 'cause he was tuckin'
Mama told me never go there, what you think I did?
b*tch my mans doing time, what you think I sip?
Put my life on the line, what you think I risk?
If you confused on them questions, what you thinking then?
I ain't sparking up no wood if it ain't no cookie in it
I'm a dog, I smell fear, I sense the pus*y in 'em
All my n*ggas in the game, ain't no rookie in 'em
And everybody with me clutching if you look suspicious
All my n*ggas in the game, ain't no rookie in 'em
And everybody with me clutching if you look suspicious

[Outro: Yhung T.O.]
I just want my n*ggas home
Blowin' up my phone, callin' when I'm comin' home
Baby I'ma make it home