Lyrics In Da Field - Noodah05

In Da Field

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