In Da Field - Noodah05

I think I’ma die off the pills

How you know he gon' die in the field?

They just tell me, «Lil Noodah, get on it»

They ain’t know I was 'bout this shit

They think I ain’t got no heart

They don’t know I be cryin' and shit

I’m up and I’m chasin' that paper

I’ll be damned if I cry 'bout a bitch

I’m uppin', I’m takin' these meds

I think this shit fuck with my head

I heard he got hit in the chest

I don’t think he can take no more shells

If it’s up, then we takin' it there

They breakin' ruls in the game, I don’t evn think they listen to the ref

Lord, give them niggas help

Bustdown her ring, no, don’t ever think I’d love again (Nope)

My bitch crossed me out when I was broke, don’t think I’ll trust again (Nope)

Eleventh floor in the condo, nigga, I ain’t even buzzin' in (Nope)

I give her a rack, then blow out her back, I’m probably gon' fuck again (Yeah)

I’m probably gon' fuck again (Yeah)

Next time that I hit, I’ma tell a bitch bring all her friends (Yeah)

Top floor condo, gotta walk just to bring them bitches in (Yeah)

Artists gave me no love, no love, tell my best not to let them in (Nah)

They know I’ma stand on my ten (Yeah)

My head hurtin' from the stress (Yeah)

My uncle got shot in his chest (Bah)

I’m glad it was just the torso (Yeah, yeah)

And he ain’t catch one to the head (Fah)

Extended mag, all-black with the dreads

They be thinkin' I’m the killer (Nah)

Please don’t bring your bitch 'round the gang

'Cause you know that we’ll try to hit her (Come here)

I think I’ma die off the pills

How you know he gon' die in the field?

They just tell me, «Lil Noodah, get on it»

They ain’t know I was 'bout this shit

They think I ain’t got no heart

They don’t know I be cryin' and shit

I’m up and I’m chasin' that paper

I’ll be damned if I cry 'bout a bitch

I’m uppin', I’m takin' these meds

I think this shit fuck with my head

I heard he got hit in the chest

I don’t think he can take no more shells

If it’s up, then we takin' it there

They breakin' rules in the game, I don’t even think they listen to the ref

Lord, give them niggas help

They know that I’m chasin' this paper

I’ll be goddamned if I talk to a hater

If it ain’t 'bout the money, I’ll talk to you later

I’m stackin' that shit up to ball like the Lakers

I’m patiently waitin', I’ma drop, better wake up

These niggas ain’t real and most of 'em bitches

They cover theyself with the makeup

You know I’m on gang, play tough

I’m duckin' that bitch, I don’t lay up

I get racks in my sleep, I’ma stay up

You want you a feature or come rock a show

Then pussy niggas gotta pay us

I get you killed from 'round that spot and nigga, I don’t stay there

I have my boy spin on your block and he gon' try to lay there

Fuckin' that bitch, make her say, «Ayy, yeah»

I’m gettin' the paper, I ain’t on payroll

The boy is a bitch, just know he gon' fold

He’ll be in the streets, he don’t know the code

Fuckin' with me, you gon' die on the low

Go get that bag and sell your soul

Niggas bitches, yeah, I know

I’ma just keep on goin' off (05)

I think I’ma die off the pills

How you know he gon' die in the field?

They just tell me, «Lil Noodah, get on it»

They ain’t know I was 'bout this shit (Section 8 just straight cooked this

motherfucker up)

They think I ain’t got no heart

They don’t know I be cryin' and shit

I’m up and I’m chasin' that paper

I’ll be damned if I cry 'bout a bitch

I’m uppin', I’m takin' these meds

I think this shit fuck with my head

I heard he got hit in the chest

I don’t think he can take no more shells

If it’s up, then we takin' it there

They breakin' rules in the game, I don’t even think they listen to the ref

Lord, give them niggas help