text: Aight, play the shit
  Yuh, yuh, yuh
  Gon grab that fifth, grab that eighth, grab what you need
  Blow that dope, dont 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 aint greener on the other side, its just blue
  You can really identify when you lookin in your eyes
  You ready to ride, thats 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 aint comin home til Fall
  Thats why my pimp game so moist, had that du-rag and all
  Had a 20-year-old bitch in high school
  Wasnt no tellin what Travy might do
  On the south side of that H-O-U...
  Hol up, lets take it back to that room, no car but still had drive
  Just a hundred niggas standin outside
  Lifes a beach with lot of sand on the lot
  Ima 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 aint talkin bout me, nigga
  Let it be known, yeah, its that real, yeah, yeah, for real, for real
  Fuck what they talkin bout if they aint talkin bout
  We them niggas everybody talkin bout, its 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 youll find your purpose
  Now, my shows packed out like churches
  Fans never missin out a word on the verses
  Never sit around, just workin, it was worth it
  Thats for certain, I deserve it
  Lord knows we dont get tired, been through more dirt than a derby
  Mama worked for AT&T, and we still aint 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 dont want me, dont 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 aint talkin bout me, nigga
  Let it be known, yeah, its that real, yeah, yeah, for real, for real
  Fuck what they talkin bout if they aint talkin bout
  We them niggas everybody talkin bout, its 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