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Aight play the shitYuh, yuh, yuhGon' grab that fifth, grab that eighthGot what you needBlow that dope, don't get too highFrom the Third Coast to the West CoastCome take this rideLet me tell the tale of how Jacques turned ScottOver one lost trip to the skyLet me tell the tale cause you told the taleWhen you said I could make it this highWho knew? God dammit, who knew?The grass ain't greener on the other sideIt's just blueYou can really identify when you lookin' in your eyesYou ready to ride, that's trueWhen they look in my eyes, they see that realHow Scotty entired that juiceHad my back against that wallEvery summer felt so coldMy daddy ain't comin' home 'til fallThat's why my pimp game so moistHad that du-rag and allHad a 20 year old bitch in high schoolWasn't no tellin' what Travy might doOn the south side of that H-O-UHol' up, let's take it back to that roomNo car, but still had driveJust a hundred niggas standin' outsideLife's a beach with lot of sand on the lotI'ma ride for all of my niggasThey forever here by my sideIt was just 8 niggas in a two bedroomNo legroom, that was last JuneYeah, yeah, for realYeah, yeah, for realFuck what they talkin' 'boutIf they ain't talkin' 'bout me, niggaLet it be known, yeah, it's that realYeah, yeah, for real, for realFuck what they talkin' 'boutIf they ain't talkin' 'boutWe them niggas everybody talkin' 'boutIt's that real, yeah, for realBackyard, we chillin'Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'Homie brought out the liquorBackyard, we gettin' highBack-backyard, we chillin'Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'Back-backyard, we gettin' highBackyard, we chillin'Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'Homie brought out the liquorBackyard, we gettin' highBack-backyard, we chillin'Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'Back-backyard, we gettin highVerses, one day you'll find your purposeNow my show's packed out like churchesFans never missin' out a word on the versesNever sit around, just workin', it was worth itThat's for certain, I deserve itLord knows we don't get tiredDid more dirt than a derbyMomma worked for At&TAnd we still ain't get that serviceShe stayed in out the hospitalYou know that made me nervousStill step out the house to smell so freshFresh like detergentIf a bitch don't want meDon't need them still got my JergensAnd, bitch, you can keep them herpesGo alert meNo house light on, cop light onFuck this journeyYou heard me, you heard meNow swervin', hittin' curbsAnd, my nigga, my niggaCame home so it just got realYeah, yeah, for realYeah, yeah, for realFuck what they talkin' 'boutIf they ain't talkin' 'bout me, niggaLet it be known, yeah, it's that realYeah, yeah, for real, for realFuck what they talkin' 'boutIf they ain't talkin' 'boutWe them niggas everybody talkin' 'boutIt's that real, yeah, for realBack-backyard, we chillin'Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'Back-backyard, we gettin' highBackyard, we chillin'Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'Homie brought out the liquorBackyard, we gettin' highBack-backyard, we chillin'Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'Back-backyard, we gettin high
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