Don’t Catch the Field

[Verse 1]
All my donnies that's real, know what I'm saying
When I say don't catch the field
Man wanna owe me a rack, then talk mad
Tell a man don't catch the field
Somebody lied, somebody might get skied
Tell a man don't catch the field
Talk and squeal just for a likkle man deal
Tell a man don't catch the field
And man wanna flex on me like they're B-I-G
Till I pull up on dem, give dem little Cs
You don't wanna see me squeeze
Feel like a prick if I don't get cheese
Could get clapped in the ride
Or could get clapped on sight
In these streets, cuz, you don't know about greaze
No food in the house but you've got that green lowkey

[Chorus]
Man ah get kweff kwaff kway
Man ah get kweff kwaff kway (Jack'Um)
Man ah get kweff kwaff kway
Man ah get kweff kwaff kway (Nast)
Man ah get kweff kwaff kway
Man ah get kweff kwaff kway (Jack'Um)
Man ah get kweff kwaff kway
Man ah get kweff kwaff kway

[Verse 2]
Two eight balls and a scale, could go hell
But I've gotta lick them cells
Can't chat shit, can't get nuttin' on flick
True, I need money for bail
Jack'Son, he never talked, locked in a cell
Mum never raised no girl
One-two scuff, one-two move on the wing
Then I'll hop out the bing like
O-double, O-double-P-S, O-double-P-S
Niggas wanna hate but they still wanna be S
Cause I get gwop, cause I go blind like "what?"
Cause I'm fully on that BS
Youngers? We ain't got them
Everyone boss from we've got food and a leng
Hackney kid, just wanna stack, get big
Then I wanna hop out the ends

[Chorus]
Man ah get kweff kwaff kway
Man ah get kweff kwaff kway (Jack'Um)
Man ah get kweff kwaff kway
Man ah get kweff kwaff kway (Nast)
Man ah get kweff kwaff kway
Man ah get kweff kwaff kway (Jack'Um)
Man ah get kweff kwaff kway
Man ah get kweff kwaff kway

[Verse 3]
Yeah, I think I'm J Avalanche, trap-trap-trapping all week
Don't be catting that D
Screw my ex, that bitch ratted on me
I could've had a rally, it's peak
Can't get peace, true, in the valley, it's deep
If you ain't got no Ps
Tell them guys, me and them ain't no size
Dem boy are not from street
Jack'Son, run up on dem and clart it
Could've been frontline, Golborne Road or SB market
All of my dogs in pen, true, all of my dogs are barking
Know what you're starting
Kodak, Canon, but I ain't starring
No, we ain't parring, dem boy are garbage
Yeah, they are far from the hardest

[Chorus]
Man ah get kweff kwaff kway
Man ah get kweff kwaff kway (Jack'Um)
Man ah get kweff kwaff kway
Man ah get kweff kwaff kway (Nast)
Man ah get kweff kwaff kway
Man ah get kweff kwaff kway (Jack'Um)
Man ah get kweff kwaff kway
Man ah get kweff kwaff kway