In the Backyard

We in the backyard with it
Good food
Good vibes
And plenty of weed

Said I'm over being ridiculed
Scrapings from my plate won't get you better food
Favor for favors how we building fool
Gradually climbing this ladder, miss a rung
And they won't fail to chew an ass or two
Puff puff passing, gotta ash it too
Groovy Lou
Only corner store, my momma would send me to
Two forty ounces of blitz malt liquor
Virginia Slims, look at the muscles on this lil' nigga
I would stay at the cassette tapes in those thick ass windows
I'ma get me some
But first I need a Capri Sun, Bar none, and a Honeybun
They don't make that candy no more
Nigga better not walk that alley no more
Taxi for sure, laughing
A taxi, you had to be there
Them things was so cold, like driving in a plastic box
Keep your legs closed
Throw a match in this box
Car collection, too old
Gibberish like, I'm too blowed
Eskimo, I'm just too cold
What the fuck was that
I keep throwing it up, like I rep a set
Hold em back
Back to the future
Got my almanac, it said
Bet on your motherfucking self
Already told you that, I'm sorry Biff
Over y'all Malarkey
I'm the hardest shit
Milk of magnesia on this constipated audience
I'm probably as hard as it gets
You don't believe me, well suck on this dick
I'm really him
That's really it, as real as it gets
Ain't never ratted, but slick as a bit
Ain't never folded, I'm perfectly stiff
Supported my bros in whatever they did
Can't say the same, but you know how it go
Never owed
Always paid a nigga the bread the tally told
Comfy in this Cali King
Belly out like Dusty Rhodes
Six pack, no Michelob, just kept it cold
Plenty of em on that shelf, these niggas getting old
We all getting old
I'm glad to be back