Backyard

I talk a lot about my past, right? I start to think about what happened in my past life If this my last ride, Just make sure you grab my glasses I need em, I can’t see cause I got bad eyes On my dad side, I love em but they bad liars I’m so satire, Explains why I’m sad and tired Mad fire, Spit flames like a Jaguar Every morning spent smoking in the backyard In the basement where we make the bass that probably shake ya Carl Sagan wouldn’t have even seen the star in Jacob Automated voicemail when you call for saving We all in favor of replacing what you started praising Tore the pages out my book and start to showcase em Both faces, Face to face, Showing no anger He so dangerous, No joke, He hold anchors Young Cobain, He blew his brains for no reason I got a lot of time but I ain’t wasting none Mama I’m the one, Nobody fucking with your boy, uh What’s the talking for? Anybody I’ll destroy That’s not a ploy, I’ll plow anybody in the floor Rhymes pure, sulfur I’m sick, No cure You can call me what you want, White bitch is what I’m known for Colt Ford out the radio down Oak Wood Coke boy, Never going low on the smoke boy So annoyed, I’m cold, Need a coat boy This is my wave, You can’t float through it If you go to it, Might get soaked, Now your clothes ruined There’s a ghost in this song, Don’t get close to it How’s your hoe doing? Last time I saw her she was with my bro spewing out all of your info, now we close to ya Getting all my weed from an old Buick Rolling down the window next to cops, Blowing smoke through it I was wack way before rap Y’all shouldn’t let me get my weight up, I done got a 4 pack Now I came in the door smacked Sorry bout it, Don’t worry bout it, Avoid that Noisy boys, Noisy boys We don’t see no problems Noisy boys, Noisy boys We don’t see no problems