Killing Fields

[Intro]
Yeah, it's the kid that was in the killing field
Hold up. Let that shit breathe, man
Let's get these...
Yeah. Aaahh. Uh

[Verse 1]
It's the kid that was in the killing fields
Concealin' steel where the villains chill
Sittin' still won't fulfill the bills
I just reveal the real
I'm worth a mill if they appeal to skills, my nigga
(That's a no-brainer, my nigga)
Detroit bloodline, come get embarrased (Come get it)
It goes Nickel, Em, Elzhi then Mr. Farris (Yeah)
Man, that shit's apparent
A pair of pistols I lift in air mode
Whip 'em up like grandma when the kids is swearin' (Go get the switch)
Bitch is starin' 'cause the wrist is glarin' (Yeah)
I'm at the restaurant, my dish is Arab (Beautiful job)
I'm in a militia's marriage
With the streets I had to get some leverage
The text I got sent a different message
Who got a problem with me?
Cam'ron Paid In Full, poppin' wheelies
Drop a dime nine, and drop you before you could drop a penny (Let's go)
'member good times plottin' penny
Now models bottle poppin' with me
Grab James Harden and I'm droppin' sixty (Sixty)

[Chorus]
I was raised in the killing fields, right in the thick of it
Another fucked up predicament
To be honest my voice is just an instrument
For niggas in the ghetto livin' ignorant
I pray for 'em
Where the fuck they gon' go?
If this the only life they ever know? Oh no (Oh no)
Where the fuck they gon' go?
If this the only life they ever know? Oh no (Oh no)

[Verse 2]
Probably first-class to Hell with a hand scale
To see murder with a MAC in a maxed jail readin' fans mail (Don't limit)
Give blackmail to a mag shell, piss on a MAGA hat
Slap 'em over cap, you can caption that (Yeah)
My life's a game of baccarat
My habitat filled the wrath of crack
That's why my heart colder than where a packer snap (Woo)
My rap's crack, earned respect from the turf I rep
Now it's showtime like Magic Johnson in a turtleneck (Let's go)
This pen and pad ripped [?]
No cornhole when I was pitchin' bags
The streets teach niggas a different math
My vicious past filled with sadistic laughs
I picked this path, now my vision greatness (Greatness, nigga)
From livin' dangerous to semi-famous
From lyrics painted, now bitches praisin'
Niggas hatin', but I'm in the Matrix
With villains bangin', they go get the stainless
Still a goon, that's my mission statement, nigga

[Chorus]
I was raised in the killing fields, right in the thick of it
Another fucked up predicament
To be honest my voice is just an instrument
For niggas in the ghetto livin' ignorant
I pray for 'em
Where the fuck they gon' go?
If this the only life they ever know? Oh no (Oh no)
Where the fuck they gon' go?
If this the only life they ever know? Oh no (Oh no)

[Outro]
In the killing fields Gumbles team reports the savagery in greed of the human animal

This is a war. Just like any war it's unjust and it's the innocent people that get hurt