The Field Hook: I miss back in the days, when shit was real out in the field. Back when shit was poppin and trill niggas made the deals. Now  there's people plottin' and they aim to get you killed. Too many people counterfeit; nobody 100 bill. I miss back in the days, when shit was real out in the field. Back when shit was poppin and trill niggas made the deals. Now there's people plottin' and they aim to get you killed. Yo chick will do you rotten and nobody lips are sealed.   Verse 1: I been laughed at I been get at I been tryna keep it cool I ain’t next trying to do little get back I ain’t playing by the rules                                                      Keep this cocker stuck on kickback If they wanna play with tools I just wait with all the bullshit Come see me after school If it’s called a game I’m just tryna play some pool Eight ball in side pocket Yeah, a nigga kept the cue A Lot of people snitchin they ain’t tryna pay their dues If the game remained the same then everybody’s full With all the fuckin rattin Niggas gotta change their view The ones you call yo homeboys... Tryna take your plate of food An OG once told me Old nigga kept it true “All them niggas you run with… Boy, you gotta change yo crew. The pigs is always watchin… Boy, you gotta make new moves. With all the loud action, it’s for certain you will lose. If you do it on yo lonely, Can’t nobody tell the blues.” To all you new hustlas I’ma say the same to you Don’t focus on these females They tryna hustle too. Gotta put aside yo pride You ain’t got too much to prove Gotta create ya own lane Gotta get into a groove The fuck with all the bullshit… Gotta keep it old school   Hook: