- Felly Field to the Bull 歌詞
- Felly
- (Work, Work, Work, Work, Work)
Lets get right in
Eyes low, dropping soul like the Gospel
Been there for a minute, eating breaks but Im not full
No, No , Im on that other
I spend some of these days feeling strange and my brothers
And feelin little ill, trying to cope with the bandit
I just wanna move but my license is suspended
So what am I to do
You expecting me to peddle
Instead of in my room trying to get this brain settled
Been filling up them pages til the point I wanna flip
But I kick **** , like kick flips, you cant touch my tricks
Sorry for the facts
I just wanna keep that clear
Got love for the homies, say they bump me when they steer
And I never wanna anger , that **** simply came
Cuz people talking ****, because they I want their, fame
But I just want to kick it, yall dont see me as a threat
Im happy when Im spitting, and I only want respect
And that is all I ask, put some rays in the volume
Take off your mask, we all seeing through your costume
Im gonna serve rap, til my vocal chords break
Still staying in my lane, see you riding in my wake
Mama promised, Im gonna wreak havoc
On track, speak madness
The facts, homies think they nice
But the speech average, at best
I dangle lines and I strangle lines
Never wanna waste my time
Bringing out this drama with this book of rhymes
So when you talk **** and end up in a gutter
Ill be chillin on a boat and livin right, cuz its summer
Feeling hazy, still got time to twist with you benders
Cuz Im been killing **** since the 2nd of September
And 9, 5, 9, 5, comin up like high tide
Aint seeing much tonight
Ill probably have my eyes wide
And my plan, I dont know
Goin crazy, yea for sure
Got to get in where I fit in, watch me *** *******ing grow
Yall some parasites
Shootin at my paradise
But to grip the top, best believe that I aint scared of heights
Ive died dropping, Ill down a couple hot pockets
And if you cant see its ****, check your eye sockets
And Im ghost, and Im ghost, and Im ghost, and I
I got you ******* *****s hangin by a rope and I
Never really meant to brag or to boast, but I
I think you gotta
When you kicking it this **** brotha
Uh -uh, uh-uh, Tell me that its not true
Yall that type that brag about
Some **** your parents bought you
I wake up in the morning doing everything I want to
Hustle to the field of the bull, yo I gotchu
I said I hustle to the field of the bull, I gotchu
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