In the Backwoods

In the backwoods In the backwoods In the backwoods where shit grows Four feet tall in the backyard oh Got a couple in the kitchen window Cigarette stench with a pinch of indo When the wind blows like damn See trees for miles Seeds weed in piles Beneath it lies These dreams and I Can't see me dying Workin a job No nine to five Fam asking why Why I stay high Same reason I Don't tell no lie I'm the truth But truth is I been fed up Homie pour another drink Like it's been ten cups I been venting Ever since f*ck Was stuck in my vocab Don't mind me I been smoking gas In the backwoods You trying to grow that plant That shit ain't tall Watch this I been sick of this shit A mischievous kid Who was pissed With a spliff and Wish to get big Splitting wood for the stove Know I'm good for the low From the four two oh Zone's straight from the grow I don't know no names I don't know no faces Don't know shit but a time and a place Man I'm homegrown My connect hook me up for the low low Roll the best I finesse it And smoke cones Let it burn down Pass it round For the distribution Got a cap and gown Pick the seed and stems Got to pack it down Get it vacuum tight And get it out of town Ain't smoking no profit Hash in my pocket Glow in the bowl I done told you before Don't knock at my store Got a shot and a four And it's cocked by the door In the backwoods In the backwoods