No Mercy In The Field

Lyrics

Intro (Dark, Tension-Building, Kevin Gates-Style Slow Talking, War-Ready Vibe)
(Low piano keys hit slow, violin swells in background, distant vocal hums like a warning.)
(Male Voice: Deep, slow talking, heavy weight in the tone.)
"They keep watchin’… but they ain’t movin’ right."
"They say they outside, but I ain’t seen ‘em in sight."
"Ain’t no handouts in this game, you take what’s yours or you starve."
(Beat builds, 808s creeping like thunder in the distance.)
Verse 1 (Grimy Hustle Talk, Heavyweight Energy, Slow & Commanding)
Big stepper, no pressure, I get it all out the field (Out the field!)
He switched on me? Now he sleepin’, left him cold in the hills (R.I.P.)
Tried to play me? Boy, you lucky I got bigger deals (Too blessed!)
Got a lawyer on retainer, I ain't never takin’ deals (Nah, nah!)
(Beat hits harder, choir vocals humming in the back, adding intensity.)
Verse 2 (Straight War Mode, Voice Gets Meaner, Bars Land Like Punches)
Money stack tall, I ain't never touch the ceiling (Never!)
I been pushin’ weight, got ‘em fiendin’ like they healin’ (They need it!)
Know some killers, but I still prefer the business route (Real talk!)
But don’t test me, ‘cause them doors can still be kickin’ out (Boom, boom!)
(Hi-hats start rolling, giving that “something about to go down” energy.)
Verse 3 (Pain and Hustle, Kevin Gates-Style Reflection, Storytelling Mode)
Came from the trenches, learned to move with precision (Chess moves!)
I ain't got no opps, they just fans in position (Huh?!)
She say she love me, but I barely ever listen (Nahhh!)
Told her “Baby, love don’t mix well with ambition” (Real!)
(Beat slows slightly, giving space for the weight of the words to hit.)
Verse 4 (Back On Attack Mode, Words Land Like Warnings)
I be where the bosses at, livin’ by the code (Facts!)
Told my lil’ hitter “Never fold, never fold” (Never!)
I don’t need no fake love, I just need deposits (Run it up!)
If you broke, then why you talkin’? Get up out my comments! (Hatin’!)
(Beat picks up, deep 808s knocking like war drums.)
Pre-Chorus (Haunting, Slow, Feels Like A Moment Before Chaos)
Why they talkin’ loud? But they movin’ like some ghosts (Where they at?!)
Claimin’ he my enemy, but I don’t even know (What? Huh?!)
She was in my DM, got his shorty feelin’ close (Feelin’ close!)
Took his name without a warnin’, now he lookin’ broke (Damn!)
(Beat pauses for a breath—before everything crashes in.)
Chorus (Huge, Anthem-Like, Feels Like A Street Victory Lap)
Talkin’ ‘bout my name? Tell that boy stay in his lane (Stay back!)
She keep choosin’ on the gang, yeah, she know we ain’t the same (Not at all!)
All these diamonds on my chain, make her wanna switch the name (Bling, bling!)
Took his spot without a warnin’, now he lookin’ full of pain (Uh-huh!)
I been stackin’ up these racks, I don’t need no one to vouch (Never!)
Heard he cappin’ on my name, tell that boy go watch his mouth (Shhh!)
I be posted where he won’t be, know my shooters never doubt (Never doubt!)