[Lyric] In the Field (Jeff Porter & David Ryan)

(In the field, in the field, 108 shit, yeah, haha)

[Verse 1: Jeff Porter]
When I hear a sample, I go nuts like I’m Ransom
Get me going, I might even throw a tantrum
Got a little buzz like a Heineken light
We keep rhyming so tight, we keep shining so bright
Y’all are ass backwards like you exit from the entrance
Dip with the paper like they handed me a severance
Life’s a little better when you have a lot of leverage
Y’all a bit thirsty we should get you a beverage
Call out my greatness, like I’m Connor McDavid
I will fall on my face before I honor the fake shit
Got my foot up on their necks ‘til the day I fuckin’ make it
Keep on rising like it’s annual inflation
Student of the game, I started with the basics
Straight New Balance, never catch me rocking Asics
Two dope boys in a Honda Accord
I'll be spilling my heart and y’all are mopping the floors

[Verse 2: David Ryan]
I’m the most improved like I’m Julius Randle
I got handles I'm in the field like Mickey Mantle
Only yankee on my team, that’s a Goddamn candle
You should bet on the boy if you’re looking to gamble
I'm poppin', it’s not pompousness
I’m not cocky, I’m flexin’ all my confidence
Calm cool and collected like consonance
I wear my heart on my sleeve I never bottle it in
Not a fidget spin, this is never a trend
I am close to greatness I am right around the bend
Every night’s a party, a full fucking send
I drank so much, I can not comprehend
My words are making absolutely no sense
I'm still up in the field like I’m Hunter Pence
I’m drinking the booze, I’m sleeping ‘till noon
They calling me CuDi cause I’m the man on the moon
[Verse 3: Jeff Porter]
Now they calling me HOV, the way I’m killing the flow
And they calling me Nas, the way I’m writing these bars
Call me Ghostface, so great telling a story
Call me Kanye, cause I’m coming straight for the glory
Like Lil Baby, they gon’ pay me for a feature
Heating up, I’m at Fenway in the bleachers
Spitting that ether, straight through your speakers
Married to the rap game, yeah she a keeper

[Verse 4: David Ryan]
I think she wanna kick it like it’s Fifa
Told me never leave her, I don’t wanna keep her
Real smooth, like I’m Porter or Jeter
Full course meal, you a side of caesar
God damn, look at me now
You steady burning bridges and I tear the stage down
Clear sky, clear vision, liquor so brown
You burnt out now and I’m Billboard bound
He so smooth, they can't figure out how
How he do it, how he keep showing improvement
He’s a truant, but he rhymes so fluent
Look at the dreams he’s pursuing, he’s the truest
I’m starting to feel legendary, I’ll be this way till I'm dead and buried
In the cemetery, making moves, you are stationary
Salute me like the military
[Verse 5: Jeff Porter]
Salute me, Like I’m Vinatieri
2002 when we beat the rams
This is not a fuckin sham, I am, whatever you say I am
Never came for the glitz and the glam
And I do it for the fam, I don’t do it for the gram
All these dingers that we hit, all the bases that we steal
You’ll be riding the pine while we out in the field, motherfucker

[Outro/Bridge: David Ryan, Jeff Porter]
In the field, we in the field
All these dingers that we hit, all the bases that we steal
All these dingers that we hit, all the bases that we steal
How you feel, how you feel
Yeah you know we for real, yeah you know we for real