[Intro]

Crooks!
Yo fuck it

[Hook]

Field tripping thru the hood
Stay on your P's and Q's niggas up to no good
Field tripping thru the hood
Could be at a red light yo and catch a slug
Field tripping thru the hood
Where out of towners get shown no love
Field tripping thru the hood
You need a survival kit its man vs wild

[Verse 1]

Since I started giving a fuck less
Leaving them depressed my swag on upset
Artists hating my flows wet the Kobe of Mic checks
Tricks get the neglect and no Vicky Secret
The mic in my hand America idol no Seacrest
My attitude rude, some even call me a tool
But at the end of the day homie I will always be cool
Fuck who ridicule im from Baltimore
Where Black youths looking thru reticules
Target the innocent cause their pockets is minuscule
Not apart of my plan cause I stayed in school
Momma wasn't rising no fool I'll be destined for doom
Before I die gold records aligned all around my tomb
Echoes from a silencer i heard one Afternoon
Upon a back alley Baltimore northeast Belair-Edison
More shots Home invasions dude keep your door padlocked
Stay calm the sirens oh here the boys come
More shots then I spotted two little boys on the run
Deshaun and Tavon with firearms on Kavon
Whom got it from a friend who lived on Brendan
Now 15 and 17 looking at life sentences
Wonder what the business was?
Probably over a bitch, money, or drugs
That's how it is

[Hook]

Field tripping thru the hood
Stay on your P's and Q's niggas up to no good
Field tripping thru the hood
Could be at a red light yo and catch a slug
Field tripping thru the hood
Where out of towners get shown no love
Field tripping thru the hood
You need a survival kit yo its man vs wild

[Verse 2]

Spit y'all like atoms
Get ghost chills like Danny Phantom
Breach security if seein' how these streets be
Baltimore a state of mind for the subconscious blind
I bleed vocals of hopes and mental thoughts to help cope
From 40 east to west, stretching pass Edmondson village
Everywhere is a danger zones there ain't no safe havens
Kill the drama like I asked for the lights off
Abandoned houses with forensics needing more than some Lysol
Brighten y'all with thoughts when I work in the dark
I said field trip you seeing lyrical physical art
Riding in a coupe black on blaxploitation
Will get you assassinated hope you move like Statham
Jason X, flipping flows I need no stretch
Riding around my city I know it the best
Couple knockers riding with tints
Couple of niggas riding with Tecs
Yeah nigga writing bad checks
Baltimore I know it the best!