In the Backyard Lyrics

We in the backyard with it

Good food

Good vibes

And plenty of weed

Said I'm over being ridiculed

Scrapings from my plate won't get you better food

Favor for favors how we building fool

Gradually climbing this ladder, miss a rung

And they won't fail to chew an ass or two

Puff puff passing, gotta ash it too

Groovy Lou

Only corner store, my momma would send me to

Two forty ounces of blitz malt liquor

Virginia Slims, look at the muscles on this lil' nigga

I would stay at the cassette tapes in those thick ass windows

I'ma get me some

But first I need a Capri Sun, Bar none, and a Honeybun

They don't make that candy no more

Nigga better not walk that alley no more

Taxi for sure, laughing

A taxi, you had to be there

Them things was so cold, like driving in a plastic box

Keep your legs closed

Throw a match in this box

Car collection, too old

Gibberish like, I'm too blowed

Eskimo, I'm just too cold

What the fuck was that

I keep throwing it up, like I rep a set

Hold em back

Back to the future

Got my almanac, it said

Bet on your motherfucking self

Already told you that, I'm sorry Biff

Over y'all Malarkey

I'm the hardest shit

Milk of magnesia on this constipated audience

I'm probably as hard as it gets

You don't believe me, well suck on this dick

I'm really him

That's really it, as real as it gets

Ain't never ratted, but slick as a bit

Ain't never folded, I'm perfectly stiff

Supported my bros in whatever they did

Can't say the same, but you know how it go

Never owed

Always paid a nigga the bread the tally told

Comfy in this Cali King

Belly out like Dusty Rhodes

Six pack, no Michelob, just kept it cold

Plenty of em on that shelf, these niggas getting old

We all getting old

I'm glad to be back