Backyard

Alright, play the shit
Yuh
Yuh
Yeah

Gon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth, grab 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?

Goddammit, who knew?
The grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue
You can really identify when you lookin' in there eyes
Who ready to ride? That's true
When they look in my eyes, they see that real
How Scotty entered 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 28 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 eight niggas in a two bedroom
No leg room, 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 (now)
Never sit around, just workin' (now), it was worth it (now)
That's for certain (now), I deserve it (now)

Lord knows we don't get tired
Been through more dirt than a derby
Mama worked for AT&T and we still ain't get that service
She stayed in, out the hospital
You know that made me nervous, uh

Still step out the house
To smell so fresh, fresh like detergent, uh
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
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



Credits
Writer(s): Gwen Gordy Fuqua, Jacques Webster Ii, Joshua Scruggs, Marvin Gaye, Mike Dean, Ozan Yildirim, Sandra Elaine Greene
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