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killing fields - ty farris lyrics

yeah, it’s the kid that was in the k!lling field
hold up. let that sh*t breathe, man
let’s get these…
yeah. aaahh. uh

[verse 1]
it’s the kid that was in the k!lling 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 sk!lls, my n*gga
(that’s a no*brainer, my n*gga)
detroit bloodline, come get embarrased (come get it)
it goes nickel, em, elzhi then mr. farris (yeah)
man, that sh*t’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)
b*tch 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 k!lling fields, right in the thick of it
another f*cked up predicament
to be honest my voice is just an instrument
for n*ggas in the ghetto livin’ ignorant
i pray for ’em
where the f*ck they gon’ go?
if this the only life they ever know? oh no (oh no)
where the f*ck they gon’ go?
if this the only life they ever know? oh no (oh no)

[verse 2]
probably first*class to h*ll 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 sh*ll, p*ss 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 n*ggas a different math
my vicious past filled with s*d*stic laughs
i picked this path, now my vision greatness (greatness, n*gga)
from livin’ dangerous to semi*famous
from lyrics painted, now b*tches praisin’
n*ggas hatin’, but i’m in the matrix
with villains bangin’, they go get the stainless
still a goon, that’s my mission statement, n*gga
[chorus]
i was raised in the k!lling fields, right in the thick of it
another f*cked up predicament
to be honest my voice is just an instrument
for n*ggas in the ghetto livin’ ignorant
i pray for ’em
where the f*ck they gon’ go?
if this the only life they ever know? oh no (oh no)
where the f*ck they gon’ go?
if this the only life they ever know? oh no (oh no)

[outro]
in the k!lling 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

- ty farris lyrics

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