In The Field

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OShea Woodhouse

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There he go
Talking bout the past
Why he always mad
This is trash
Get out yo feelings
I'm just tryna get this bag
That's how you feel
Well I'm in the field
Feet in the dirt
Heart poking outta my shirt
Nat Turner or burner
I aim at a purp
We killing noise
Sickem boy
Illinois
Ye off the meds
You sound like a preacher to me
It's Easter to me
The real resurrected
Is me on these beats
They wanna party
My music too deep
If she wanna party throw it back
You can make it clap to this intellect
Make beat bounce like i finished it
In the club talking this freedom shit
Free my cuz
He hit a lick
He served fifteen
He paid for it
The government
Been robing hoods
Ain't they ain't ever
Serve a lick
I'm Robin Hood
I'll take it back
And feed the streets
We in the field
Door to door wit it
Out the trunk
I'll give you more of it
It's no limit to the hustle
And my grind is currency
This the pay back
From way back
The vision here is free
There he go
Talking bout the past
Now we on his ass
Ima run it back for your caucasian class
Free them locked up for the weed
Give the hood back what it need
Streets gave me my first degree
College showed me how to eat
Music got my third degree
Now I bridge the industry
Burn the ideology
In the field where niggas bleed
In the trap
In the trenches
In the field
Streets listen
In the trap
In the trenches
In the field
Streets listen
In the trap
In the trenches
In the field
Streets listen
In the trap
In the trenches
In the field
Streets listen
Too black for the intro
Juneteenth flow
I was running on slave mode
Then I Django
Light it up
J Me
Make it burn slow
My niggas in the field
Plotting on an overthrow
White washed and watered down
Wake up homie you a clown
I'm in the field
Sharing stories
Ancestors still around
H town to the ville
VA different sound
Screw mixed wit neptunes
I'm that nigga now
Free them locked up for the weed
Give the hood back what it need
Streets gave me my first degree
College showed me how to eat
Music got my third degree
Now I bridge the industry
Burn the ideology
In the field where niggas bleed
In the trap
In the trenches
In the field
Streets listen
In the trap
In the trenches
In the field
Streets listen
In the trap
In the trenches
In the field
Streets listen
In the trap
In the trenches
In the field
Streets listen
White rappers make you comfortable
Culture shock
Y'all gon have to deal with me
Wait until my album drop
They thought we was one and done
If you offended by my records
You the problem
My purpose is to solve em
So ima bring the heat like Jimmy Butler
Niggas ballin
Put a condom on your ear
If my message too raw
You scared of being black balled
But on the culture's black balls
My queens getting raps off
Don't let em separate
They tryna auction art
Like it's the slave trade
I got the evidence
I'm sick of beating round the bush
If you telling me to hush
Cuz your angle don't align with us
My voice is dangerous
You play it safe that's why your music sucks
In the trap
In the trenches
In the field
Streets listen
Too black for your repost
That mean you ain't free yet
It is who it's for
Cuz they need that
I was In the field
Not worried bout the feedback
Every single line
Was a code
So they read back

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