Real in the Field Lyrics

You don't have to deal with what I got going on at all

Ooo-hoo

You don't have to deal

I've gotta fight it on my own

Ooo-hoo

Ice in my psyche

Vibe on that "try me"

You think I'm rude

Fuck you politely

Tired of climbing, there's nothing exciting

Actors and fools? Why am I trying

I'll give you that two face

Pre-order with no wait

You eat with both hands

No napkin, and no plate

Send me that advance

Trap me like your favorite rapper

That freedom we race after

Slavery with no masters

You don't have to deal with what I've got going on at all (oo-hoo)

You don't have to deal, I gotta fight it on my own (oo-hoo)

It gets real in the field mutha fucker (real, real, real, real)

It gets real out here (oo-hoo)

It gets real in the field mutha fucker (real, real, real, real)

It get real out here (oo-hoo)

DMX, I'm losing my fuckin' mind

No respect, they shade tryna wreck my shine

Wait a sec, while I skip through the fuckin' line

Cut the check, my credit card still declines

You know how many times demons were talking to me

How many times I thought I should sell this pussy

How many lives lost to the drugs and pain

So many lives thinking they could win this game

See I got the vision in the shelter system

All the world is missing is some comprehension

Too much pride to say that I've been a victim

Check the resume, I was never quitting

You don't have to deal with what I've got going on at all

You don't have to deal, I gotta fight it on my own (oo-hoo)

It gets real in the field mutha fucker (real, real, real, real)

It gets real out here (oo-hoo)

It gets real in the field mutha fucka-a-a (real, real, real, real)

It get real out here (oo-hoo)