Backyard
Aight, play the sh-
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?
Who knew?
The grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue
You can really identify when you look in they eyes, who ready to ride
That's true
When they look in my eyes, they see that raw, how Scotty enticed 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's so moist
Had that du-rag and all
Had a 20-year-old b- 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 n- standin' outside
Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot
I'ma ride for all of my n-, they forever here by my side
It was just eight n- in a two bedroom, no legroom, that was last June, yeah, yeah, for real
Yeah, yeah, for real
F- what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, n-
Let it be known, yeah, it's that real
Yeah, yeah, for real
For real
F- what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout
We the n- 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, still smell so fresh, fresh like detergent, uh
If a - don't want me, don't need them, still got my Jergens
And b-, you can keep them herpes
Go alert me
No house light on, cop light on, f- this journey
You heard me, you heard me, now, swervin', hittin' curbs and
And my n- came home, so it just got real
Yeah, yeah, for real
F- what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, n-
Let it be known, yeah, it's that real
Yeah, yeah, for real
For real
F- what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout
We the n- 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
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?
Who knew?
The grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue
You can really identify when you look in they eyes, who ready to ride
That's true
When they look in my eyes, they see that raw, how Scotty enticed 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's so moist
Had that du-rag and all
Had a 20-year-old b- 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 n- standin' outside
Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot
I'ma ride for all of my n-, they forever here by my side
It was just eight n- in a two bedroom, no legroom, that was last June, yeah, yeah, for real
Yeah, yeah, for real
F- what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, n-
Let it be known, yeah, it's that real
Yeah, yeah, for real
For real
F- what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout
We the n- 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, still smell so fresh, fresh like detergent, uh
If a - don't want me, don't need them, still got my Jergens
And b-, you can keep them herpes
Go alert me
No house light on, cop light on, f- this journey
You heard me, you heard me, now, swervin', hittin' curbs and
And my n- came home, so it just got real
Yeah, yeah, for real
F- what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, n-
Let it be known, yeah, it's that real
Yeah, yeah, for real
For real
F- what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout
We the n- 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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