FIELDS. OCTOBERSFULLMOON

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I got problems (Yeah, I got–), don't think that I'ma solve 'em
Resolve 'em, by my bed's a revolver
Put it 'gainst my head and I'm gone, bruh (Bang)
Makin' M's, I'm stackin' 'dem commas
I ride with the dargs, they got foot braceletes for collars
We out in London, shankin' up bombers
If you an opp, just know you're a goner (Agh)

[Refrain]
I fucked up a whole game, 'cause I've got no competition
Ya know that I keep it a hunnid, that's my god position
Here, you want this deal? That's my propostion
She made me nut so much, I'ma need to cop a tissue (Agh)

[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, what did ya say? Nevermind
What did ya say? Nevermind
What did ya fuckin' say? Fucking nevermind
Oh, bitch, what the fuck did you say?
Can't fuck with no opps, bitch, get out my way (My way)

[Chorus]
Yo, I been in courts and fields, had to get the family meals
I'm workin' hard just to get a record deal
Even if I'ma sell my soul (If not?), I'ma get it on my own
In these streets don't get caught up, no
Fuck 12 like I fucked his daughter, uh
I been in courts and fields, had to get the family meals
I'm workin' hard to get a record deal
Even if I'll sell my soul, if not, I'ma get it on my own
You know I won't get caught up, no
Oh, I'm already caught up, woah (Oh)