Heart In The Field

[Verse 1: Pop Kreep]
We had to play to the cards we was dealt
Bro died, you don't even know how I felt
Bridges burn, tables turn
You gotta take losses and that shit make you learn
We was just broke, nigga we ain't have nun'
On late nights we would go out huntin'
On a good day we'll probably find sumn'
If I told y'all the real you'd probably say I'm buggin'
We was doin' all this shit while we was buzzin', nigga
Bro been out here since a youngin', his heart so cold but he still out here thuggin'
We was outside fifty deep, now it's a dozen
Put my feelings in the gun but I lost it
They kept on runnin' so I kept on tossin'
I lost my heart in the field, brodie told me it feel better when your team doin' the scorin'
Late nights I be missin' my brother, nigga home don't even feel like home
I gotta talk to a therapist, too many bad thoughts goin' around in my dome
I-I just wanna go ghost somebody leave me alone, like
Why y'all keep callin' my phone?
Nigga bro on the run, you could hide in my house
Nigga niggas be rats and they son be mouse
He thunk wit' his dick then he fell for the setup
Bro in the can, I told him keep his head up
Nigga, it's too many opps you cannot let up
And the next drill we do we just gon' do better
She gon' pull up, she don't care if she sick
Pass her the pole, watch her take her flicks
She get me mad I'ma flick at her ex, that's some shit on argument I could flex
Bitch you stayin'? Or you just gon' go?
I need some money, it's might good for my soul

[Verse 2: Jodot Kreep]
I'm tryna creep wit' the G
Ask around, we got multiple scenes
Every shot that I threw was goin' for the three
I got twenty six shots loaded in my G
Me and bro two deep, back to back wit' the-
Walk 'em down, start wavin' the grip
If his bitch in the way start flamin' the bitch
Top Kreep, gotta walk wit' the grip
Even in probation gotta keep a rip
All the opps keep dissin' but never did shit
When it's our turn, go suit up and bend
Two deep on the drill, might just call up my twin
Baby bro's get hype when it's they turn to spin
On that block got more than one pole
Push up on me, you gotta be slow
I get wavy wit' knockers, even in the snow
Please don't run up on me 'cause I'ma let it blow
I remember them nights when I ain't have a Patsy
Mama love keep cryin', I'm tryna make her happy
Late nights, in that backseat
[?] tryna loaf wit' a Jackie