Project Dreamz Lyrics - 613: Ashy To Classy - Field Mob

Rent thirty days late, gotta be gone by Saturday 

Tired of sellin' cocaine, folks tryna trap me 

Every night dreamin 'bout livin' life lavish 

A watch full of karats, a candy coated Caddy 

Off the show flo', sittin' on fo' Vogues 

Oak wood gear shift, steer and dash door 

Choppin' on seventeen inch Indies 

Bling bling from my mouth to my pinky 

Enough about my jewelry, grill and my Fleetwood 

Financially stable so my folks can eat good 

House sittin' out on the hill to sleep good 

Livin' peaceful just like we should 

Money legal, no more sellin' reefer 

No more feds tryna stick me like a needle 

When it's cold outdo's come in I heat ya 

You ain't gotta walk in the sun, I A.C. ya 

Don't worry 'bout that burglar comin' to creep ya 

He trapped by alarms and the millimeter 

I'm a do or die ol' playa for my people 

Follow a leader I'm my brotha's keeper, for real 

I'ma have me a big nice Caddy 

House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy 

Live life happy and I'm still nappy 

Makin' legal money, no feds tryna trap me 

I'ma have me a big nice Caddy 

House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy 

Live life happy and I'm still nappy 

Nigga, legal money, no feds tryna trap me 

If you ever been broke put your hands up 

You been broke put your hands up, put your hands up 

You ever been broke put your hands up 

You been broke put your hands up, put 'em up 

What ya know 'bout havin no dough, no coat for the winter? 

Remember, we poor folk 

Most cut yolk and smoke 'ports, cut throats and ya dope hoe 

Talk about they wanna 'Lac with four do's, no Vogues 

Wood kit and Momo's, outfits- Polo, pockets- so swole 

Jenny Craig called- Escalade hog in the yard 

Breakin' off ya folks too, belly full of soul food 

Chitt'lins, greens, pork chops, green beens 

Yeah, I pray for that, each and every day I rap 

I rap with God 'cause I feel you ain't really safe with gats 

We escape slacks but government helped in welfare 

My folk cries to the law and ain't no help there 

We ain't had much, the less to brag about but mo' to lose 

I ran the street, Mama told me go to school 

But now I got a chance to change thangs and maintain 

Mo' so, I ain't gotta slang 'caine no mo' 

Hell yeah boy, if you really understand dirt 

Well, I'ma rap and you gon' clap until your hands hurt 

I ain't the only person feel like I feel, gotta live like I live 

And wanna chill, for real 

I'ma have me a big nice Caddy 

House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy 

Live life happy and I'm still nappy 

Makin' legal money, no feds tryna trap me 

I'ma have me a big nice Caddy 

House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy 

Live life happy and I'm still nappy 

Nigga, legal money, no feds tryna trap me 

If you ever been broke put your hands up 

You been broke put your hands up, put your hands up 

You ever been broke put your hands up 

You been broke put your hands up, put 'em up 

Now, put your hands up if you're broke folks tried [Incomprehensible] 

But y'all ate free lunch and you never had [Incomprehensible] 

Put ya hands up, if you feel my hurt 

Have you ever bathed with soap the size of a Cert? 

Don't disguise the dirt then 'cause we all know rocks 

It's the real reason furniture go to the pawn shop 

'Cause ya crackhead 'cuz smokin' the car antennas 

I understand see, it's a junkie in every family 

'Member hand-me-down, tight pants, lookin' slim in 'em 

If they too big, what you do? Put a hem in 'em 

'Member talkin' over the loud sounds when the wind blow 

'Cause the trash bag's replacin' yo' car window 

Man, I been po', I been poor, we been po' 

That's how it is in the Field, for real 

I'ma have me a big nice Caddy 

House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy 

Live life happy and I'm still nappy 

Makin' legal money, no feds tryna trap me 

I'ma have me a big nice Caddy 

House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy 

Live life happy and I'm still nappy 

Nigga, legal money, no feds tryna trap me 

If you ever been broke put your hands up 

You been broke put your hands up, put your hands up 

You ever been broke put your hands up 

You been broke put your hands up, put 'em up 

I'ma have me a big nice Caddy 

House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy 

Live life happy and I'm still nappy 

Makin' legal money, no feds tryna trap me 

I'ma have me a big nice Caddy 

House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy 

Live life happy and I'm still nappy 

Nigga, legal money, no feds tryna trap me 

If you ever been broke put your hands up 

You been broke put your hands up, put your hands up 

You ever been broke put your hands up 

You been broke put your hands up, put 'em up