Backyard BBQ (feat. A$A$PADE$)

I Be Chillin, relaxin, str8 up, maxin Mellow At the barbecue Wit my plate str8 waxin I can neva get enough even if its pain man it only made me tough Now my mind stays rough Makin tracks neva wack only help me run it up Dabs blunts gettin drunk only made me get stuck Inna maze, haze, lookin for betta days U rookies up in the game dont amount to a$a$pade$ (Aint no way) Extraterrestrial funky ass brotha I'm probably getting down with yo third baby motha I aint no asshole nah im just clean like that Diggin for some bars cus i be a fein like that When it comes to a yung nigga rocking the mic I go hard in the paint like some punk rock dikes Im on them pop rock vibes Poppin off in her mouth I'm hot in the northwest and cool down in the south Do u Know what I mean Never lettin go of my dreams Concrete on jeans the way Im rippin on this beat Yo Land of the free why we slaves to the man I pave the way to a new game and a plan To save the game we gon be the face of this rap I either survive or they kill me with various death traps Hands down we the best All love for the stressed Used to be hands up when these brothas wanna test I'mma smoke my weed I'mma pop my meds Whatever gets you thru nun mo nun less Hands down we the best All love for the stressed Used to be hands up when these brothas wanna test I'mma smoke my weed I'mma pop my meds Whatever gets you thru nun mo nun less (Hey, hoooh yeah, heyey, hoohooh yeahhhh, heyyyy) Hey little bitch You at the motel living large I'm in ya yard I'm grillin steaks up as I'm sipping cardi At the cookout and you know we bouta party All the gs here but still you a home body I miss my relocated homies but You You just lonely as a hobby Hobby Doesn't really matter what you do if you don't call me Lonely ass Leave you in my wake Tell me am I awake I feel like I've been sleeping for about 300 fuckin days Can't get this feeling out my face In my head I am erased Personality escaped and consciousness fades Oh wait I don't know how to catch up now Cardio All these people do is lift Cuz they're fuckin lungs are broke At least we aint running from demons and we just fight em Hit em w the 1 2 duck twice and then just slide em No one runs a fair fade anyways Might as well pull out the Glock At least that's what the devil say They say that bro is goin crazy Skeet shooting at the homies man that's not a fun day I just wanna be at the cookout w my bros I don't want anybody to know I don't want em to have to deal with any other stupid flows I just Wanna be in my own lane Driving on my moped Feeling sane I feel like everybody wants me to Feel The Same You don't really need to Fuckin change lane Don't switch please I really don't need to handle yo shit But I don't want to leave so Come and take a hit off my spliff Before I go Make a memory and take a smoke Get fed at the barbecue bro We all just here for the love If you really ain't feeling it Then you might as well go We gonna b here straight chillin until the sun turns to moon So unless you wanna see planet doom Make like a Mazda and zoom zoom G out