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