Back In The Field - Intellectual

[Intro]

Drell's on the track

I'm on a ten-seater jet on the way to the check, but don't think I ain't packing the steel

Boy, I'ma put on for the set, fill my neck with baguettes and then post on the block with a mill'

You cannot hang where we at and we snatching that chain off your neck if you ain't got no kill

They ever play with them racks then we load up the Rugers and MACs and we back in the field

I'm on a ten-seater jet on the way to the check, but don't think I ain't packing the steel

Boy, I'ma put on for the sеt, fill my neck with baguettes and thеn post on the block with a mill'

You cannot hang where we at and we snatching that chain off your neck if you ain't got no kill

They ever play with them racks then we load up the Rugers and MACs and we back in the field

Better off on my own, I don't know why

Going down that road on the wrong side, yeah, yeah

Cuban link wrapped 'round my neck like a bow tie

Lovin' how I'm livin', owe it all to the Most High

Ain't gotta pay 'em, off the love bet the bro slide

Any nigga ever played with us have they folks crying

Ain't never lackin', I fuck off the backend

I really brought racks in, who knew this would happen?

From trappin' to rappin' to fuckin' these actresses

Pallets to palaces, they can't get to me

Nigga probably die tonight if he mention me

He ever start sayin' 9, he a mini-me

You ain't never seen 'em 'round, he a enemy

Hundred on the drum, I can shoot for a century

I'm in the 'jects with a TEC where the killas be

Lovin' the bitches I'm fuckin', you kidding me?

I'm in the Ville with a vibe outta Tennessee

Charge 'em a dub when it really was ten a G (Oh)

Blood in, blood out, bitch, we got mob ties

Play with one of mine, you see my dark side

I'm on a ten-seater jet on the way to the check, but don't think I ain't packing the steel

Boy, I'ma put on for the set, fill my neck with baguettes and then post on the block with a mill'

You cannot hang where we at and we snatching that chain off your neck if you ain't got no kill

They ever play with them racks then we load up the Rugers and MACs and we back in the field

I'm on a ten-seater jet on the way to the check, but don't think I ain't packing the steel

Boy, I'ma put on for the set, fill my neck with baguettes and then post on the block with a mill'

You cannot hang where we at and we snatching that chain off your neck if you ain't got no kill

They ever play with them racks then we load up the Rugers and MACs and we back in the field