Backend$
Had to stand on ten toes by myself (Yeah)
When I up, ain't no running for help (Nah)
Bullets burning and making you melt (Melt)
But my bible still up on the shelf (It is)
Hop on the mic and turn up on these niggas
Capping on Beezy, I'm pulling the triggers (For real)
Stay in the hood like a angel lil nigga
We was on the road, attention lil nigga
Runts in the wood on yo momma it stank
Saying you bang, tell me your rank? (Rank)
Pussy you tripping I'm still with the gang
Key say it's up, I pull up with that thang (Yeah)
Say you a G? I'm taking your stripes
Pulled up with the gas, you ain't wanna fight
I am not tripping, I made it alright
They put Trell Beezy in front of a mic
I got an extension red beam and a light (Yeah)
Free my boy Tay, lemme send him a kite (Yeah)
Me and Montana put flags to the right (Yeah)
Constantly stressing but letting it go
Hottest in Chipley, just letting you know (Yeah)
They gon be hating the minute I blow
Ima get rich, Ima show you fasho
I'm trynna run my check up (Yeah)
Promise I'm gon bubble up (Yeah)
Not tripping, I'm counting my bucks (Yeah)
Tell Thirty to hop in the truck
I'm trynna go get my BACKEND$
Might run in yo home for the BACKEND$
Or bust with the fye for the BACKEND$
Young niggas we came from the back end
I wrote like 2 or 3 verses before I decided to scrap it
That's how this shit happened
Running like Madden, I'm mad that I happened
To be the one rapping about shit that happened
About shit that's tragic
Bag in the back
In the corner yo problems
How do I turn a quarter to a dollar?
How do I make sure I'm still gonna profit?
Damn Aye
When I needed help no one came for my help
Unless I made them a song or I gave them a belt
Just to hold up my pride they got from someone else
Always bitch and complain bout how you needed help
Then we go back and forth like we Keenan and Kel
Yeah you missing my shit, but that ship bet not sail
Put on my back for a bitch to almost end up in jail
I'm trynna be hot while I'm walking through hell
I'm trynna run my check up (Up)
I'm trynna go bubble up (Yuh)
I'm trynna pour up this cup (Yuh)
Make sure I aint giving a fuck (No)
I'm trynna get all my BACKEND$ (BACKEND$)
Young nigga that's coming from South Bends (South Bends)
Putting in work for my BACKEND$ (BACKEND$)
I chose to go through the back end
When I up, ain't no running for help (Nah)
Bullets burning and making you melt (Melt)
But my bible still up on the shelf (It is)
Hop on the mic and turn up on these niggas
Capping on Beezy, I'm pulling the triggers (For real)
Stay in the hood like a angel lil nigga
We was on the road, attention lil nigga
Runts in the wood on yo momma it stank
Saying you bang, tell me your rank? (Rank)
Pussy you tripping I'm still with the gang
Key say it's up, I pull up with that thang (Yeah)
Say you a G? I'm taking your stripes
Pulled up with the gas, you ain't wanna fight
I am not tripping, I made it alright
They put Trell Beezy in front of a mic
I got an extension red beam and a light (Yeah)
Free my boy Tay, lemme send him a kite (Yeah)
Me and Montana put flags to the right (Yeah)
Constantly stressing but letting it go
Hottest in Chipley, just letting you know (Yeah)
They gon be hating the minute I blow
Ima get rich, Ima show you fasho
I'm trynna run my check up (Yeah)
Promise I'm gon bubble up (Yeah)
Not tripping, I'm counting my bucks (Yeah)
Tell Thirty to hop in the truck
I'm trynna go get my BACKEND$
Might run in yo home for the BACKEND$
Or bust with the fye for the BACKEND$
Young niggas we came from the back end
I wrote like 2 or 3 verses before I decided to scrap it
That's how this shit happened
Running like Madden, I'm mad that I happened
To be the one rapping about shit that happened
About shit that's tragic
Bag in the back
In the corner yo problems
How do I turn a quarter to a dollar?
How do I make sure I'm still gonna profit?
Damn Aye
When I needed help no one came for my help
Unless I made them a song or I gave them a belt
Just to hold up my pride they got from someone else
Always bitch and complain bout how you needed help
Then we go back and forth like we Keenan and Kel
Yeah you missing my shit, but that ship bet not sail
Put on my back for a bitch to almost end up in jail
I'm trynna be hot while I'm walking through hell
I'm trynna run my check up (Up)
I'm trynna go bubble up (Yuh)
I'm trynna pour up this cup (Yuh)
Make sure I aint giving a fuck (No)
I'm trynna get all my BACKEND$ (BACKEND$)
Young nigga that's coming from South Bends (South Bends)
Putting in work for my BACKEND$ (BACKEND$)
I chose to go through the back end
Credits
Writer(s): Latrell Hogan
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