Backyard

Aight play the shit

Yuh, yuh, yuh

Gon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth

Got what you need

Blow that dope, don't get too high

From the Third Coast to the West Coast

Come take this ride

Let me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott

Over one lost trip to the sky

Let me tell the tale cause you told the tale

When you said I could make it this high

Who knew? God dammit, who knew?

The grass ain't greener on the other side

It's just blue

You can really identify when you lookin' in your eyes

You ready to ride, that's true

When they look in my eyes, they see that real

How Scotty entired that juice

Had my back against that wall

Every summer felt so cold

My daddy ain't comin' home 'til fall

That's why my pimp game so moist

Had that du-rag and all

Had a 20 year old bitch in high school

Wasn't no tellin' what Travy might do

On the south side of that H-O-U

Hol' up, let's take it back to that room

No car, but still had drive

Just a hundred niggas standin' outside

Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot

I'ma ride for all of my niggas

They forever here by my side

It was just 8 niggas in a two bedroom

No legroom, that was last June

Yeah, yeah, for real

Yeah, yeah, for real

Fuck what they talkin' 'bout

If they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga

Let it be known, yeah, it's that real

Yeah, yeah, for real, for real

Fuck what they talkin' 'bout

If they ain't talkin' 'bout

We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout

It's that real, yeah, for real

Backyard, we chillin'

Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'

Homie brought out the liquor

Backyard, we gettin' high

Back-backyard, we chillin'

Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'

Back-backyard, we gettin' high

Backyard, we chillin'

Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'

Homie brought out the liquor

Backyard, we gettin' high

Back-backyard, we chillin'

Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'

Back-backyard, we gettin high

Verses, one day you'll find your purpose

Now my show's packed out like churches

Fans never missin' out a word on the verses

Never sit around, just workin', it was worth it

That's for certain, I deserve it

Lord knows we don't get tired

Did more dirt than a derby

Momma worked for AT&T

And we still ain't get that service

She stayed in/out the hospital

You know that made me nervous

Still step out the house to smell so fresh

Fresh like detergent

If a bitch don't want me

Don't need them still got my Jergens

And, bitch, you can keep them herpes

Go alert me

No house light on, cop light on

Fuck this journey

You heard me, you heard me

Now swervin', hittin' curbs

And, my nigga, my nigga

Came home so it just got real

Yeah, yeah, for real

Yeah, yeah, for real

Fuck what they talkin' 'bout

If they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga

Let it be known, yeah, it's that real

Yeah, yeah, for real, for real

Fuck what they talkin' 'bout

If they ain't talkin' 'bout

We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout

It's that real, yeah, for real

Back-backyard, we chillin'

Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'

Back-backyard, we gettin' high

Backyard, we chillin'

Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'

Homie brought out the liquor

Backyard, we gettin' high

Back-backyard, we chillin'

Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'

Back-backyard, we gettin high